Monday, December 29, 2014

That photo.

Somewhat intentionally,
stumbling across
that photo of us.

I wonder what I was laughing about,
I look so happy
half-hidden behind my hand.

I can see a hint of the dark lipstick
that I had insisted on applying
at some point 
along the walk up the hill.

For a moment I want my hair to grow long again.

We looked good together.

I think
I started drinking any beer I could find
not long after that photo was taken.