The same restaurant with the same people.
I'm sure we look the same but time has changed us
Time shifts again as we talk about babies, houses and husbands
None of them ours
We cackle like middle aged women-
raucous and people turn to stare
But we are young and vibrant
The world is ours.
Some of us part ways,
I akwardly imitate 20-something gal pals from countless hours of television watching
a hug, a kiss, a promise to meet up soon
We drive home together, listening to the music of our teens
As we both unconsiously mimic the voice and movements of the singer, we catch ourselves and laugh.
Breathless, I discover we are ageless.
5 comments:
Love this. :) And cute outfit! I'm having an amazing giveaway on my blog and would LOVE it if you entered! :D
I love this! What was a fun night, sounds amazing haha
You should NOT have been nervous. This poem took my breath away (honestly). I felt what you were feeling, knew your experience. So lovely!
Love this. It's beautiful. I'm so glad you are planning to do so many more of these!
You are a wonderfully talented writer!!
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