While rummaging through my mother's filing cabinet for info needed to transfer I came across the section for me papers on applications medical records but tucked away in the very back was a folder I opened it up curious out dropped a picture that made me feel much older, for there I stood long hair white tux with Sydney on my arm... it was prom I started to cry
It's been over two years, I think, there is no feeling of missing and wishing for her but there is for the idea of being wanted . . .