in my mind
she's black and white,
the girl
who lived next door.
there is no
color to her face,
no green in the trees
of our childhood
together
sharing the same wall
from other sides.
how first love
never leaves you.
a still photo etched
in stone. it
stays with you from
first inhale
of wonder,
until the last breath
of equal
wonder.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
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