Doesn't matter, she touches you.
Her history, to me, not important.
Holiday issues, hers, not yours or ours.
Boxes are baggage, many ways.
A garage full of weight.
Moving on, you, not me.
Not ready.
Heartache is a purple bracelet.
Firmly wrapped around my heart.
A ruby red slipper, never worn.
A lady bug landing on my sleeve.
Not ready.
Painted eggs.
A tradition, troubled now.
Easter colors faded but vibrant in my mind.
Not ready.
Nap talks after school.
Taco Bell lunches.
Special times,
Still longed for.
Not ready.
-Undated, circa 2005
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