Noelle

“I met my younger self for coffee at 10:15.
she was late.
I was early.
I wore my dark brown hair in a slicked back bun.
her hair was faded red and in her face.
I had dark blue jeans on.
she wore sweatpants with a few stains.
she lets out a sigh and has a good cry.
I tell her to release her feelings one at a time.
the scars on her have now faded on me quite a bit.
I want to tell her it won't always be like this.
but I don't.
She doesn't need to hear that things will be better.
she just wants a hug and reassurance of her feelings during this uncertain season ahead of her.
we leave the aroma of coffee beans and baked goods.
I walk her home to our old neighborhood.
we won't meet again for fifteen more years.
but each day she thinks of the woman who acknowledged her tears.”
― Jennae Cecelia, Deep in My Feels