The Light Behind Your Eyes

I can feel you changing. You’re growing up from the soft little one I used to know. I can hear the gentle hum of your voice turning into a low growl, deep and menacing, where once it was like a whisp of smoke curling around my ear.  

I miss you, and I’m not sure who you’re becoming.  I don’t know who I’m becoming either. I can only hope that when both our cars collide we will still recognize each other through the rubble.