Blast From The Past

Wow.
After a year or more of silence.
After a year of more of nothingness.
All the colors got soaked down and you entered.
It is the wrong time.
I am a new person.
Yet you still understand me completely.

We spoke as if a day had not passed.
I laughed a full laugh.
I even smiled a bit.
The flowers bloomed in my soul,
and the wishes came back to shore.

Oh boy.
Oh you, the one I have a full blue notebook of writings about.
My sixteen/barely seventeen year old self yearns.
My face brightens when my phone rings.

One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Neither of us can get off the phone.
Dawn breaks and we must go.


Either tomorrow or tuesday,
depending on my new schedule,
we will meet.
I am scared.
Less scared, more excited.


I want nothing more than a nice friendship.
You call me the girl who got away.




Things are strange.
Stranger than anything my imagination could concoct.