Forgotten Possibilities

Who are you?

I know

who you used to be,

and where you

seemed to be heading, but

now I don’t know.


All the reasons

that we changed

are still there,

and the reasons

why you’re unchanging

are there also.


Our static situation

unfolds kinetically

through time,

wisdom forging

our adult eyes

behind wrinkling lids.


You have so much

talent, more than most,

but not as much

as you think.

I still bloom

at your smile.