a beautiful jet-lagged day with a snowy forecast on the horizon that will not dampen these feelings of joy it's been far too long we've been too far apart my soul craves yours as yours does mine winter comes too quickly temporary displacement of my everyday life is what my soul craves as does yours the days ending ubruptly the smiles and giggles the conversations in whispers of subjects so unbecoming those of our maturity but I value this above all I see my future self in you do you see your younger self in me? are we each other, out of place, out of time? can we dream of what the other has? is this how it is now? will we always be reaching, me into your future, you into my past? is that even an issue? for I have other minutia to attend to other itches to scratch for me, for now, this is enough.