Words Ten Years Ago

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I liked to imagine you young, but I didn’t realize it was true until I got there.

Now that I’m that age, I know how young it feels.

One day you let it slip — “last night in bed he and I were talking and…”

One morning I walked in and you were wearing his shirt, sleeves rolled a dozen times, your slim frame engulfed by the size of him.