Slippery

When I pictured
our future,
it was forever
and my kids
would call you Auntie. 

Today I solemnly 
admit that it
was foolish & naïve
to think that,
but back then
it seemed so possible. 

Now when I
tell my future
children about

you and I,
they will hear
of our good times,
but also of the
frailty of relationships. 

I will tell them 
of our laughter
and of the tears I
cried when I
realized that you
had slipped right
through my fingers
like the worm I
never wanted to 
believe you were.

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