Enough

She pushes her brown hair back
Like a penny dropping
We are enough for ourselves
Time loops back and forth
Between young and old shadows
My teeth are crooked but wise
Hers are milk teeth waiting to play
I smoke stones in the bare light
There is no answer
No agent to call upon
Time is like a band around our waist
Tugging and tight
We try to reach the stars but fail

I keep a few in my bag

Just in case

We reflect in the cool blue light

Laid bare

Empty alone

She pushes her brown hair back

Like a penny dropping
We are enough for ourselves.