Reflections on Autumn 2003

Do you remember

those pants I used to wear?

I bought them

in a fit of frustration

in the boys’ section

of Old Navy.

I felt sexy

for about five minutes

until I realized

you were wearing the same pair.

It’s taken me this long

to realize

I didn’t look that bad

with my hair cut short.

I would go

to the soccer games

and smell autumn falling

fresh off of the trees.

You’re why I like dark hair and freckles.

I realize that now.