In the beginning
of a change
there are always boxes
reliving
the imprints of photons
on a sheet of paper
the me
and the you
who have moved
on
bringing more
grass
stories
growing
over.
The one here
now
is erasing the one
that came before
if the noble one
is the one
we chose
we continue
to choose
the future becomes
a collection of it
you
moving in me