grandma and uncle and sarah jane (maybe?)
i love you guys.
you seem ever-multiplying, never the same one twice really.
except for the girl, trapped at thirteen
(you've got to be at least my age now. no?)
so anyway i see you (all)
it's been more than a decade now
and you're always there
pulling things from windows
and creaking trucks crammed in
a garage not unlike my own
really it's quite concerning the way you live
but you touch me like no other
your resilience--
you seem so defiantly alive--
your never-aloneness
when i see you, i grin.
you weren't a part of the plan
but,
hey,
there you are.
when i see you, i know i'm almost home
my timeless time markers.
you're you.
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