your smile smells like the rain

after the sunshine dries it out.

Your hands are soft as silk.

When you laugh, you touch your nose,

and your alabaster ponytail bounces

to and fro, to and fro,

and I know

you're letting go.

there was a time you clung to my arm

like a child afraid of the dark.

There was a time we slept in the same tiny bed

every night, without groggy eyed regret.

There was a time,

but time passes,

sometimes slow, sometimes fast

yet it is guaranteed

it will go

regardless of its speed.

And so you passed me,

arms intertwined with new friends 

who can make you laugh more than my

silly jokes ever could,

and you look at me as you touch your nose,

and your alabaster ponytail bounces

to and fro, to and fro,

and I go.

We were never really that close.

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