Sitting side by side on a swing,
moving between uncertainty and wistfulness,
we both stay silent.
I had imagined your face months ago, although your hair was darker
in my mind.
The names of faces
have long gone.
I have let down my Rapunzel hair,
and although I don't expect to feel your weight
tonight,
I will keep my braids loosened
just in case.
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