through a long lost message stored in outdated technology 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