Oct 2018
I think about her often
Laughing, plotting, always ready for fun
Her hair; whipping and dancing around her even on those rare occasions when she was still.
Her eyes; deep pools of teenage confusion betraying the confidence of her smile.
I think about her often, and I hope that she is happy.
Laughing, plotting, always ready for fun
Her hair; whipping and dancing around her even on those rare occasions when she was still.
Her eyes; deep pools of teenage confusion betraying the confidence of her smile.
I think about her often, and I hope that she is happy.
My first poem on this site. This is about someone I knew for only 2 weeks, more than 20 years ago. I wonder if she thinks of me also.
