Meeting the Closer then Close Friends
January 13, 2012 § Leave a comment
I can recall the special days when i met my closer
Then close,
Friends.
There is some blurry-ness.
And uneven distribution.
Some bright patterned
And even
Whimsical memories.
Others are pocked full of
Teen Angst,
With gray lockers,
Tiny mirrors
And refolded notes.
The freshest ones
are crunchy sweetness,
An unexpected pay raise.
But all in happy
all,
Those happy anticipations
And luke warm fuzzies still linger
Around
On days when I really
Need it.
It’s a good feeling.
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