I saw them.
Not mine,
but known,
in a way that stays.
They had that ease
children carry
before the world presses in.
It was enough
to remind me
of when we were still a family,
and everything
was still unfolding.
I’d go back,
if that were possible.
But it isn’t.
Still,
I believe
you’ll come back to me,
in time,
when you’re ready.