In the Future
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1 min readMay 9, 2018
She knows my name
with my needing to tell her.
She claims that she is here
to protect me from the people
of the future with every grasp
on my wrist, her hand running
through my tousled hair, her bravery
never failing to shock me;
she envelops me with her long arms,
entrances me with the song of her strength
and her long hair brushes my face.
I have to keep in mind
that she only belongs in the future
as this fact has become clearer
to me when an accident has caused me
to fall flat on my face
and, looking up at where she used to be,
her hair, arms, grasp and strength
were gone.
