Different Fruits

through a long lost message stored in outdated technology 
i heard your voice 
the prepubescent squeaks

i could tell exactly where we were 
and what we were doing 

the dusty air of my mother’s unfinished basement 
the room with the tiny window 

speaking nonsensical words of imaginary worlds

our branches 
once intertwined so intricately i couldn’t tell my twigs from yours 
now reside in different orchards 

we grow different fruits 
bloom in opposite seasons 

my roots will forever remember my home 
next to you 
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