We walk hand in hand
past the high school where I
spent far too many miserable days
wondering when I'd
ever be pretty or interesting
enough to get a boyfriend
Now here you are
several boyfriends later,
a husband even
beautiful, kind, loving
making me laugh
every step of this tour
through the boneyard
of adolescence.
Your hand in mine
pulses out a message
back to that doubtful
awkward girl:
everything will be all right
don't give up hope
love will come to you
if you can wait
through the empty years
to the full ones.
2 comments:
This just captures so much of what high school was for so many of us. (Maybe all of us, even.) I like the idea that the hand "pulses out a message" but do you have to say exactly what that message is? Just a thought...
Love it, love the author's candor, the passage of time and the benefits it can reap from time to time (no pun intended..)!
I agree with Kerry on the last bit. I think it would make for a much richer ending if what comes after 'awkward girl' in the last stanza was sparser in explanation.
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