Somewhere in the depth of
My memory, there is a small,
Blonde girl with a fringe and
A serious overbite. She was
A friend of a friend; a fellow
Traveller; a fellow sufferer.

Somewhere on the other side
Of this room, there is a tall,
Mournful looking young woman,
Wearing a dress that should
Make her smile, and a scarf indoors.

Have enough years really passed
For them to be the same person?

The girl I vaguely remember was
A much needed friend and
Confidante to our mutual friend.
I hope she is happier than the
Bitter, joyless, old young woman
That reminded me of her,
Just as I hope that the woman
Is happier than she seems.

01/22/2010

Posted on 05/07/2010
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