To a long lost friend
My personal anachronism
you – I’ll never understand.
Your jumping, floating timeline
seems completely out of hand
Your looks tell me clearly
That just like me you are
a child of the Unraveling
who bears the same scars
A tiny little glass full
of wisdom that you shouldn’t have –
you are a mystery
that I will always fail to grasp
A flick of irony your eyes
will shoot at me from time to time
– and then I wonder instinctively
how you can seem to read my mind