i walked downstairs for a glass of water
it’s 12am and i sit myself on the countertop
it’s a warm summer night and i realize
that i’m closer to 18 than i am to 6
when we moved into our home
i see a glimpse of my younger self
a ghost from the past
a glitch in time
she runs in from the garage door doing acrobats all over the kitchen
climbing on the countertops, dancing on the floor, getting snacks from the refrigerator
she’s 6 and excited to go outside to try biking
as she runs out the door
i get off of the countertop
i brush past her and she glitches as i walk upstairs
i turn around to see her wide smile and i walk upstairs
with my glass of water
she disappears and i realize that nothing will ever be the same
again
but in the best way possible
growing up is not an adventure for the light hearted