You used to be young

this morning

I looked at pictures of you

you looked so young
and it was only two years ago

it wasn’t your hair
or your skin
or your clothes

it was the way

you hadn’t yet learned
to carry the weight
of pretending

joy

I miss the you
who loved
without fear

the one with grey hairs
and soft lines on their face

who never longed
for a perfect home
because love was enough

revolution was enough

i love you still
don’t get me wrong

i will be here
waiting
praying

that next year
you find your way back
to the revolution

and innocence

of being young