Sunday, May 3, 2015


There was a girl
with flowers in her hair.
White blossoms
bright against midnight curls.
She smiled at me,
and I felt something shift
inside, felt something soften.
and turn.
It was unbearable,
what that smile did to me,
so I turned away
and did not smile back.
But I remember her,
to this day,
that girl with the flowers
in her hair.

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