She used to always be the one
to ask me not to cry-
but Saturday, her eyes red
and lined with sadness,
I could smell her Wal-mart lotion
and I begged her not to cry
because I didn't feel like feeling like that again.
If I could put that day into a box
I'd burn it and watch it explode
into colors and tears and laughter
and I'd miss her all over again.
All it takes is to smell the watch I lent her,
read her wallet letter
and I'm nine all over again.

It's life crashing--
all over again.

06/07/2004

Posted on 06/07/2004
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