A new poem I’m working on. Please let me know what you think. All comments and thoughts are welcome. 🙂It’s ten years later And I still feel the cold Watermelon juice sliding down my arm Dripping onto my feet and Sliding in between my toes. My puppy used to lick people’s feet I wonder if she still does. When the days are longer And the mercury goes higher Than the rings on the giant oak tree (and it has a lot of rings) I think about things. Mostly, I remember things. I remember watermelon juice. I remember you. Those shoes in my closet Don’t fit anymore. I should give them away. It’s just hard To part with a piece of myself That I never said goodbye to. I woke up one morning And I was this way. The watermelon juice no longer Crawls down my arm. I was a messy eater then. My puppy is no longer a puppy. She is no longer mine. You are a hazy recollection I mistake for a dream.