she's five years my junior.
young, innocent, awkward as she comes in to her own
beautiful little girl ... young lady.

naive to the depth and troubles of the world;
she steps into the double-entente with eyes wide shut
clueless even to what she had said.

i'm the experienced one.
the college freshman who has "seen it all" and
lived on the edge. dangerous.

six years later ...


she deals with stresses
i have never even dreamed about
in six years, she's matured ten.

"is it the right decision?"
"what if i make a mistake?"
"my actions don't affect just me anymore."

now i'm naive; she's experienced
and for the first time in my life
i'm speechless.