Reid@YWP

Old clothes that don’t fit anymore – 

they seem like they are calling your name,  

to hold on to them, forever and more,

to be loved, to be used, to stay.  

But eventually, you must let go.

remember the first time you stood on a stage

a vivid spotlight flickering down on you,

as you opened your mouth and started to sing?

remember the first time you stepped into dance class

lacing on your pink ballet shoes,

It is afternoon, and she is slick 
with sea residue and summer heat, 
draped in a sheer pearly sun gown. 
Minding the sand upon the shore, 
crystal waters bring her a shell, 

If I could paint the sky in the hues of colors I feel when I look at you,

The sky would no longer be just one color.

If I could write in words how much I love you,

Nobody can accept this answer

                            absolutely nobody

no matter how many times I tell them.

They will argue that