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Am I still the same
As I was one gift away from young?
The digits seem to be acquainted –
Eleven walked six to kindergarten,
to ice skating parties, play-dates.
Nine calmed her through the tired fits,
saw each tear, each laugh, each kiss.
But fifteen doesn't remember twelve,
and fourteen never spoke, so under-said,
under-stood, under-felt.
My years are like moths tangled up
In journals and webs.
I see pictures and don't recognize my face,
Strange eyes smiling back, but
how can I be so different from how I was
all those summers, sleeps, smiles ago?
I try to hold on but my fingers slip,
I must let go.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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amy404555555555 said...
Aug. 20, 2010 at 12:43 am
i loved it
 
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