This day today I saw your face
and beheld your tender heart. My
heart leapt up forth as your head came
in view of my eyes, and inserted myself
into the fold. I observed up close, high, low,
up, and down, questioning if it could really be.
How you looked the same since the day we met,
and years later bore the same scent, I smiled and
you smiled back at me. My further beat more when
I heard you conversing, speaking in your mother tongue–
I’m so proud you’re engaged with who you are. Yet as you
left, camera in hand, I turned my face towards the water
flowing swiftly down the drain, behind my Lennon glasses
making an agonizing face. Surely on this day, seeing each
other was meant to be. A constant reminder of how one
holds the lock to the other’s key; you aesthetically stayed
the same; I changed my hair, clothes, perhaps even face
— you didn’t know my name.
- Julia St. Clair, © 2017, 1:51 p.m.