unedited letters given a chance to speak

sad
content with changes
hopeful
ready for long afternoons quietly waiting
for take off
lyrics ignored for a song’s sound
feeling on my skin
in my jaw
now small boys know
(the first part)
held back tears
leaped into his arms
remembering
how life used to be
unaware
we’ve moved forward
thankfully unable to return
to not knowing
properly
one another