Twenty Three (Weekly Prompt #3)

When you are twenty three

I hope you feel like you hold the sky

diamond and endless

in your hands,

even if it’s really running down your knees.

I hope you don’t mind dirty shins

spattered with the yellow of your fears

green of your dreams

and violet frustration.

 

When you are twenty three

I hope sugar tastes like midnight

not crumpled jean paper,

as it crumbles so sweet

alongside your teeth.

I hope you never forget how to smile

with pre-teen confidence

messy hair

and matching underwear.

 

When you are twenty three

I hope love rests upon your pillow

instead of a marble hand

resting on your shoulder,

stationary.

I hope you move like leaves

through metal detectors

across concrete

and into jungles.

 

When you are twenty three

I hope you remember me

and the poem I wrote for you,

age twenty three.

 

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WP #3: twenty three

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