memory

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I saw things. 

I held onto a tree and it became a boy I loved.

I danced and I imagined him dancing with me.

Of all the times I would have been alone,

I started imagining someone else there.

Not that I didn’t love my solitude,

but how maybe it didn’t need to be so unending.

There could be pauses and lapses in its foray.

I wanted someone there.

That was the change.

And when a want presents itself in this purely natural way, as if it were a memory cracking open from the future, I knew it was almost there.

I didn’t have to will these images.

I just went on living and my living introduced these stutters, these reality shifts.

These moment memories would open and I would step inside.