how can i

Crippled, bent over
New gadgets, old faces
The tap still drips
And she is still here
Closer even
Secret talks of adventure
Urban legends on the screen
A new faceless friend
Replaces the other
(I've since seen her face)
It is too much he says
Anxiety is
The dizziness of freedom
I just found out and
I want him to feel
Something true
So much to give
Warm hearts
More brothers and sisters
Of the vine

He is back in my life again
Reminiscent of another time
Cycles of feeling
His mouth still sits the same way
And his delicate frame
Seems unchanged too
He seems taller
But it's doubtful he has grown
Children are growing
And w(Hal)ing
Things are looming
I couldn't put it better
Despite the plays
On words
I feel different
A break from the view
I am letting my ears
Do most of the work
These days
It might be the warmth
Or the smell of the trees
Or the way the sky looks
When it should be dark
Things have changed
Though the tap still drips
And I wonder how much water
Is wasted