Saturday, November 12, 2011

a Signature, forgotten

last night, I dug out an old box

dusty and stuffed full,
of all my writings
as a little girl.

I laughed at the simple phrasing,
and the over dramatic emotions,
shook my head at the countless plays
I made my brothers be in.

So many words from a girl
somedays I hardly remember

the part i loved the most though,
was finding Bryan's signature
on an old play -

sloppy, tilted cursive
Bryan Meyer

and I cried,
to find a hidden piece of him
among the forgotten pieces of myself.

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