my mind keeps floating back
to late april and even may months terrifyingly ecstatic singing in the choral practice room a pope hat on your head trying to murmur lines that still sent a pang of loss warm spring afternoon walks pooh sticks on the bridge, zing of fingers late nights around a small circular table lips a warm red, contradicting cold indifference the rain glancing off blue corduroy eyes enraptured forehead resting on the cold concrete table a black t-shirt that holds fresh tears sitting on the plaid couch listening to the same lines over and over your patience overwhelms me content, elated fear and tears under a crocheted blanket trying to discern, afraid to jump is that what faith is? it's raining again as we drive down 53 a walk down park ave no shoes guy and the girl in the dress the sun was shining that day so when it was may and the airplane took off more than altitude caused my stomach to stir but as we landed, I became grounded the frightening beginning of a new adventure
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I'm guessing I'll have it all figured out by the time I turn 30.
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