30

I can still see you walking,

Arched and sculpted in jeans,

Expensive boots,

Black and folded,

A gift from your father,

To help you escape suburbia.

I can still see it all.

And then the steps,

Fast and confident.

The face would turn,

Only when you were sure

I was a few meters behind you.

It was then that you smiled.

You wanted to invoke risk,

Playful danger,

But the teeth betrayed the child.

And I was ready to follow.

There was nothing behind me,

The kingdom was near,

The crossing was shallow.

I can still see it all.

The fading steps,

The arrival of fall.

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