i havent remembered
for thirty years.

then suddenly,
it comes back to me,
slowly,
like an awkwardly
pieced quilt,

the yelp.

the shock and confusion
of a small girl,
the fear
of if he will be there today.

why was i both anxious
and excited,
he said i had the prettiest eyes.

what does a small girl know about these things.

nothing at all.

i stepped off the bus
and i looked down the hall.

why did i wait there, questioning my path,
continued on as if nothing happened.

did nothing happen?

no, something happened,
but i do not fully recall.
...........................

how could all those years pass,
with not a thought,
a sure thought,
instead, just signs
and symptoms
of a disturbed mind.

what does a little girl know about these things.
nothing at all.
something, but not all.

i guess we carry the past,
even when we do not realize it.

but eventually,
it does realize.

05/25/2013

Posted on 05/25/2013
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