Graph Art Project

I am the one that got away

I am from the diner smell

I am from the feeling of a crisp $10 bill

And a ghostly guardian

I am from the simpler hello and goodbye.

Until he passed.

I am kept in a room of new perspective

Framed in black next to the sideways car.

I am milky skin

And cold hands.

I am from a reuniting moment

And the sweet blush of cheeks.

I am from a cheeseburger and fries, every week from a guy named Norm

An old moon dance tradition.

I am from silence

As still as the fire amber brick that is my house.

I am from no nonsense.

I am from wildfire hair

I am from the soft kiss of summer sun.

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-Maria Penrod