from p.1 on Mon., March 9th

• Darkness filled the
  space around me,
  anticipation giggles
  forced back down
       my throat
  until I was found,
       little pudgy happy face
  upturned ear to ear,
     greeted with the
        best of boos.
  
  
• I was alone
  
  
  
  
  and I was okay.
  
  
• I can still feel
  your arm wrapped
  around me each time
  I make eye contact
  with the moon
  on clear, doubtless
  nights.
  
  
• Your eyes blue as faded denim
  unforgettable
  also the color of my favorite
  pair of jeans.
  And like those jeans, you
  no longer fit.
  
  I grew.
  And you didn't.
  
  
  
• A rosebud of eccentricity
  bloomed toward noonday--
  her kisses a sunrise of
  strawberry-blonde imagination.