I wonder. . .

I think about you often,

about if I hadn't moved.

I would still be by your side,

unchanged.

still a child.

what would have happened

to you,

would you be okay?

would I have rooted you

to the ground,

kept you from insanity?

I wonder. . .

would you be so

untouchable,

unreachable to everyone

who cares?

would I be staring at the stars

right now

wondering if you

are under the same brightness?

© 1998 Sharlene Tan

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