I
saw you just the other day. You still
looked the same, but I don’t think you recognized me when I waved. I guess I don’t look the same. All those years as a sitting wallflower in
class never caught your attention, or created an impression that lasted past
twenty years. Yet I am still glad to see
you are well, even if you don’t remember me or my daily shy smiles. I did not have the words to confess to that
you were the light of my gloomy school days.
I still can’t get the words out of my mouth so I am writing them down in
pen, with hope one day you will see them.
summer
sun
spins
in retrograde
time turns back
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