not quite: the closest thing

I haven’t been here since you

since there was snow on the ground

since you walked behind me

I took a wrong turn at first

it’s been so long.

a soundtrack in my ear that we never shared

but reminds me so much of you

sun streaming through the bare

and naked branches.

Last time we were bare

and naked you broke my heart

in what was supposed to be 

an embrace, but instead

a smothering.

Last time we were here

it didn’t take this long to walk here.

deep in conversation

no trespassing. we did anyway.

It was

worth it.

You taught me how to build walls higher

after you tore them all down.