Soaked in social anxiety at 6 years old
The third table from the door; there you were
With hair wrapped as buns bigger than both our fists and a smile with the genes of a sunflower
I have tossed myself into the world
Hoping you would boomerang back to me
To hug, and laugh- like we are six-year-olds again
Smile without worrying about wrinkles
But I know, like skin not everything folds like it used to.