I got there late, but I want to go back regardless.
I miss the day when my hair was blue
and my biggest worry was having the color fade -
how unlike the wind that pulled at my chiffon skirt
I'd have to dye to stay the same.
Mid-day lazy Shadows on the floor, a theater troop -
glances never in disguise;
abundance in laughter and reconnaissance.
Truth is told -
the best times are shared with kindred souls.
How I smiled when I knew I'd see your smiling faces
on the days when
My pappa's pilot sky blue button-up
used to be my fashion Law -
how jeans made it more perfect,
how it was so hard to just say "No" to black.
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I love you all.
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