the pink room
the pink room is where childhood
began to change to adulthood. it did
take time. we had time. we were patient.
we seemed to understand the value
of coming at it incrementally. or, maybe
we were simply cautious, or even scared.
i think of it as the pink room, but only
her bedding was pink. the furniture
was white wicker, and two tall windows
let in north light, which is never harsh.
we came to ourselves, and each other,
in this soft light. it is also the room
where we came apart. i would undo
that part if i could. it was a mistake.
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2019-08-21 at 11:32
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