Something worth remembering

Steph Kranes

Feelings are sometimes…well, smothered.

In a Painted History – two children stand in warm and cool.

His ribs show through a collared shirt

While straps twist through faded cotton.

Sleeves short, the T is worn in.

He hugs her and she whispers.

Their colors blend in.

Taking chances, whew.

Took them.

I still get flashbacks.

In every meager beacon of fondness, I escape through your unpredictable remarks

But you’re becoming very predictable the more I know you

Standing here now,

I’ll look back on this next year

I am regretful

Of letting desire trample admiration

And

A remarkably exotic friendship

When you don’t say anything at all,

I walk through gray –

Sobbing for our old Orange and Blue

But the more I know you now,

I know you won’t forget me.