Rainbow stripe skirt
When the doors opened, my back was turned
But the voice that came in caused my skin to go numb.
I peered towards the sound that rose up from a girl
With a rainbow-stripe skirt and a tone unconcerned.
But the voice and the stripes must have been what I yearned
For she marched out of sight for a different outcome.
At the angle she took, I could not see her face.
Then I knew the thought vain as my sense had adjourned
And forever I know, you’ll remain unreturned.
This poem is about:
Me
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