Evolution
I spent the weekend drunk on nostalgia
synapses throbbing with versions of me
others miss—variations that slipped ineluctably
into oblivion while I was busy tapping on
computer keys and brushing my teeth
and watching golden leaves twirl slowly
to a frosted ground—the thousand iterations
of personality and awareness that
accompanied coincidental and significant
humans for miles of overlapping paths;
and for a breath I wish I could return somehow—
to stretch out a laughing moment in the sun
with someone who would leave before the
weekend; to rejoin conversations about
hobbies I no longer pursue; to one last
time to hug that friend before they disowned me;
but instead I turn to the unfilled days ahead waiting
to be colored with ever-mutating renditions of me
Author: Sharisa Aidukaitis
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