A New World

A year goes by 

faster than you think 

like the sun setting behind buildings

in winter.

So, we are us 

a new routine

folding into ourselves

shapeshifting.

Becoming.

Those who knew us before

curve away 

gnarled like 

bent branches

beautiful and mismatched. 

I wave gleefully

across a ravine

unable to hear them anymore

and turn

towards

you.