Yesterday wasn’t the old times.
Or the day before.
But enough days ago, it was.
When distance hadn’t yet slithered its way between our careers.
Your career was phonics and mine was the boxcar kids and swishy pants.
Back then the old times had to be the wild west.
Because we weren’t old enough to have our own.
Probably still aren’t by most standards.
Our love is still strong but some of ours isn’t.
I’m still hopeful that hope is stronger than broken trust.