It fit perfectly-
complimented my colors
You thought it was pretty, but you are biased
Long drive
Long talk
The conversations begin to exhaust me
I just don't know what I want.
That's all I can offer.
Staring out the window. Gray sky. Green lake.
We arrived at my dad's wedding reception
Light rain falling
My aunt Lisa running in her white cowboy boots
I could feel your tension, your awkwardness
I was called into a room
Family was to wear a corsage
The straps on my dress were so thin
it took 3 women to pin it on right
Resulting in puncture wounds all over my new dress
But the end result was nice
the pink flowers, baby breath and pearls
made me feel pretty
Girlie, yet like a woman
My cheeks hurt from all the pictures.
My dad placed a key in my palm. His eyes showed his hurt.
He touched you lightly on the shoulder.
I'm glad yesterday is behind us.
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