A Town For Little Ol' You and Me
There is a girl in town that smiles when spoken to.ย
There is a girl in town who runs her fingers through her hair and laughs.
There is a girl in town who sits on a clifftop, firmly planted on a rock. Her hair tangles in the wind. She closes her eyes and leans back, head tilted up to the sky. Thereโs no one there but her and the wind.
She talks to it like an old friend, shifting from ducelet teasing tones to a quiet vulnerable voice as tears run down her cheeks. Her hands burn from her weight, and the edges dig into her thighs. She doesnโt bother shifting. Her legs grow numb.
There is a girl, sweet as can be and that girl is not me. I grew up yelling and slamming doors. The wind put a permanent scowl on my face and that girl will never be me.
But we both laugh till our stomachs hurt, and sometimes cry and refuse to let them know weโre hurt.
Weโre not so dissimilar you see.ย
So when we meet in the streets, we donโt pause or miss a beat. I greet your eyes and nod, and you wave and smile back ever so sweet.
I think we'll be okay in this little town of ours.
