We listened to Tracy chase a Cat, and our chaperone laughed as she drove us to the Devil in your red Pontiac Bonneville. You a tan peacoat and me my expectation, we saw a sunset burning in the trees and everywhere the sumac was bleeding. I breathed in life with every breath and the crying down of leaves at the end of the season felt more like a new beginning.
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| Those are my favorite shoes I've ever owned |
We climbed Boulder Mountain with the sweet taste of apple still lingering in our mouths. Driving home in slow motion, your smile lingered long after we'd forgotten about the apples.
For so long, I labored under the impression that I look much the same as I did before... and for so long I was right. It startles me to look at photos from a decade ago and realize that this is no longer true. Some dour, heavier Jamal has taken the place of the smiling, near-cute one that Kodachrome once captured.
Damn it all.
1 comment:
Aah, and each decade it is the same, each one a little different look than before.
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