linda m. crate

still retain your distance 

rosefinch,

watermelon hue,

every shade 

of pink

whispers to me

of you;

and you've come back

yet still retain your

distance—

maybe you just 

wanted to see what

i've made of myself

or maybe you wanted 

me to see that you

don't need me

anymore,

but there's a part of me

that hopes and wishes you've

come back because there's

some part of you that misses me

and all of our adventures;

there's some piece of you

longing for a future for us

just as much as i am, too.

 

cold and impersonal 

i remember your 

watermelon shirt,

and our little adventure

to the park;

how we shared smiles

and laughter—

i miss those

moments,

where we could simply

be and feel comfortable

in our sureness of one another;

days where i didn't have to

question our sisterhood—

you were the first person

to fully accept me

as i am,

so it wounded me extra hard

when i got your letter;

it seemed so impersonal

and cold,

seemed like a different person

than the woman i have always

known to be so loving and compassionate—

i've got to be honest if the new you

doesn't value me then no 

i don't want to know her.

-linda m. crate 

i prefer purple or blue 

watermelon has never

tasted good to me

except when i am thirsty,

my dad loves it

always puts salt on 

it which i've

never understood;

but he says it's good—

i've never been much

of a melon person,

but the dark pink hue

is pretty;

not much one for pink i think

it's because as girls we are

told it's our color—

everyone says i look good

in pink,

but no one ever asks if pink

looks good to me;

i prefer purple or blue.