The last 3 letters of the spring

my touch
unworried
first time seeing clearly after years of blindness
I remember it all started as a joke
shapeshifting as a way of hiding
A very tall girl
blindsided by the spotlight
easiest thing ever
making you feel cool

my touch
unworried even when
yours…
<sinking feeling>
shallow
mirroring your broken childhood
made me feel worthless
mirroring my broken childless efforts to please a small giant

growing up too soon
looking up to someone who’s chasing "experience" 
foolishly worshipping the spotlight
giving up virtue
burnout days of the youngest daughter going to war for her man

I’ll mother some more
feelings of sonder
I’ll father some more
touches unworried
saudades:
for the boy performing 
longing