Driving home from work today I was suddenly sixteen –
dashing for the door but first taking time to twirl
for a critical consideration of my reflection
in the hallway mirror
You look lovely,
you said from right behind me and the amusement in your voice washed over me in alternating waves of hot and cold as shades of pink blushes went down to my toes.
Driving home from work today I heard you speak to me
ten years later, when I thought I’d forgotten what it felt like.
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