I saw your baby sister today,
looking unnvervingly like a younger you,
and was reminded of how quickly
we exit our exuberant adolescence

She had on a pair of your old pink sweat pants
I remembered quite vividly a warm spring night
casting my eager hands beneath the waist band
of those very sweats, smiling like a bandit,
kissing the tip of your nose on a whim

I will confess here to having a strong urge
to cast my more cautious, calloused hands
down the waist band of those same pants
now holding in your baby sister's nimble secrets