If you saw me today you’d probably be surprised by the shade of my hair and the smell on the back of my neck so new in so short a time. You’d probably be surprised that the sun that wakes me is no longer the sun that wakes you; and the deep clouds that draw me into the night: my own ghost, one you never knew. You’d probably be surprised by my barefeet in stilettos the dirt of your ground still  settled in the cracks of my toenails. If you saw me today, you’d probably be surprised that I still grin and swing onto my lap with laughter like you once knew, because I know that I have loved you.