I wore a flash ring on every finger.
seven bracelets on my once small wrist.
grew envious of how well that boy looked
wearing the black floral dress standing there
by the pink roses with an expression
I couldn’t name. how it oddly made me
miss your shadow in the night. how it made
me mutter under my breath like a spell.
stirred the craving to be young again. but
sometimes the memories can be cruel and
deceiving and I harshly remember
the beauty never lasts and never will.