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The C Word
by Megan GuimbellotThe tree outside my front door is in bloom and I think of you// just like I always think of you.
Your pale skin and my flushed cheeks sing of springtime//when we were too young to realize we were too young// backseats and small town stars/ and how the future was filled up by you and nights like this.
This is a nod to how suddenly things change and nothing is what it was before when we were bright-eyed, optimistic children.
We are older now// and
you
are
nothing.
Oh, the winds of change. 04/11/2012 Author's Note: I'm still optimistic.
Posted on 04/12/2012
Copyright © 2024 Megan Guimbellot
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/12/12 at 01:26 PM Hold on to you optomisim lady it may be the only thing keeping you afloat. This is a beautiful statement of young days and awakenings and what they all too often grow into. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 04/12/12 at 01:34 PM This is beautiful! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/12 at 02:43 AM Wonderful. |
| Posted by Curtis Sethaler on 04/13/12 at 09:23 PM I love this! |
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