(assignment 20a, theme "looking back")
I look back,
my memories of you
calling to me as always.
I see you in dreams,
naked and eager-
your long hair running
between my shower wet
digits.
Its funny when I think
of being with her;
her skinny fame, her crutches,
her hair like yours,
between dry fingers
as I don’t know her
as well as you.
I think
she’s the future.
You’re the past.
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