Growing Up

it feels estranged now that

i am taller than you, a head bigger

our eyes do not meet

when we speak, unless seated across

each other at a table do we look into

those mutual eyes. Now that we’re away

in different flocks of amazing colours, just not the same

wavelength, I can no longer touch or pat

your silky brown hair, the one that shines golden in warm sunlight

of the far horizon when I see your photos

through the cracked screen of my phone,

just shattered, like our words we do not speak,

like our messages unheard, the new faces we forget

the skies are shaken, let it rain and grow the rampant grass.