P.S.

Forgive me if I ran away
in my bright blue dress
reciting all twenty-five of the phrases
that I had committed to memory
When you hadn't the slightest clue.

Craziness is not my middle name, I promise.
Maybe my first.

It's not my fault that Shirley told her father
About the time we climbed to the roof
And counted the stars
Because I promise
That if perchance once happened to land on your nose,
I would have let it stay there,
rightfully where it belonged.

And pardon me if I am getting a little too forward,
but did you ever throw those boxes of laughter away?
Because I can assure you
That as for mine,
They are locked in fool proof jar
For whenever the time may be to call upon them.

And if you think that that is a little strange,
even the slightest speckle of unusual--Good.
I wouldn't want it any other way.

And when silly little Ella,
our imaginary soul sister
delivered me a present on my birthday
but not on yours, let me just say I'm sorry.
If Ella had a twin
and our brains were somehow connected
like wires on a telephone line,
I would have made her apologize--
Made her apologize.
And then blame it on me.

Because much like rainbows are used to apologizing for the rain,
And do so
Without so much as a whimper,
I would forget my crazy for a moment--See? I promise--
And simply say "okay."

11

All I remember
Is that the way your eyes crinkled when you smile
Made me think of eleven.

--Years.
Eleven years came and went by quick, didn't it?
And although you never ended up telling me why you decided to leave early,
I guess maybe Earth and you
...Had a bidding friendship
You had gone through your vows
Paid your dues
And exchanged all your promises

--Were your favorite thing.
Promises made you think of
Infinity signs
And friendship bracelets
And everlasting bubble gum
Like the gum I gave you when we first met
On that one summer night

...Was when you left me.
Night was when you left me
and sometimes I trace the eleven we carved onto my tree
To celebrate our unbreakable friendship
And try to remember
The way your eyes crinkled when you smile

Guess what?

Surprise guys! :)

[Disclaimer: This is not an April Fools joke, I promise. ;) No, but actually.]

I know, I know, I have been absolutely terrible at checking back on here, and although my blog will forever be my love, le bio textbook and a number of other things have requested my attention. Not to fear, though! Whatever said and done, writing will never quite escape me, and often even amidst neurons and muscles and whatever else bio occupies my brain, I will find myself often musing about little things which eventually make themselves into mental poems, so to speak. That said, April being National Poetry Month, I have made a commitment to myself to spend a substantial portion of my time here with you all at Merry Go Round and I can guarantee a plethora of fresh poems, ideas, and thoughts to come. :)

That said, I'm so glad to be back here and I haven't quite missed anything nearly as much.

Happy reading y'all!