Nostalgia
We sported messy hair and scuffed knees
From learning to do cartwheels at recess,
Where grubby hands exchanged playing cards
And wide eyes squinted
When they looked at the sun.
Remember how we used to play
With those dolls?
How we found their pouty red lips,
And rosy cheeks so pretty?
As I make eye contact with you
Through the bathroom mirror,
Your lashes are caked with mascara
And black kohl liner,
I notice a colouring book blankness
To your cheeks.
So, I lend you my blush in exchange
For one of your drugstore lipsticks
We said smelled like wax crayons.
Poem by: Fin
