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Prom Picture
by Delilah CoyneA box of old photographs
reminds me of times I have not thought about in years.
There you are
smiling back at me from 95 when we were so in love.
Your scrawny teenage body, awkward and lanky,
was to me then, manly.
My curves were untarnished, you lucky bastard.
A prom dress and a rented tux,
a corsage and a boutonniere,
it looks like every other prom picture ever taken.
I marvel now at my bad taste,
but I felt so pretty then.
We thought we'd be together forever,
but what is forever at 17?
A bent corner reminds me that this photo
has been stuffed in a box for eleven years.
Eleven years is forever.
03/16/2006 Author's Note: I think most people have a picture like this stuffed somewhere.
Posted on 03/17/2006
Copyright © 2024 Delilah Coyne
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Darren Swift on 03/17/06 at 07:50 AM This poem here sets up those last three linjes perfectly - I'm guessing you had those three first and the rest just came - Top work though. Jimmy |
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