It took a few years to find ourselves.
In that time, my hair grew out,
and your height grew tall.
We grew like sunflowers.
All the other girls wanted crowns,
along with a Prince Charming,
while I took up fencing, and learned
how to shoot a basketball properly.
You learned the arts, how to
play sharp staccatos and paint pastel skies,
while the boys your age were
breaking windows with baseballs.
Your performances stunned the crowds.
Your fingers moved mountains.
You came to my competitions.
My saber moved faster than light.
From a distance, was how we grew.
We were the sky and the sea,
watching each other from a distance.
So close, yet so far apart.
