Geri

       So I follow. I follow up and down, through the sparkling evergreens, inside branches and brambles, past cabins and meadows and all civilization until we crest the top of a hill. I never see her face.

Little lonely question mark. 
Sitting empty at the park. 
What keeps you late 
past dark? 




***Based off of Langston Hughes poem Kid in the Park 
 

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It's hard to smile, 
but it's 
so much easier 
to cry.
 

Murmur my name to the meadow, 
and I'll move. 

Whisper my words to the water, 
and I'll swim. 

Carry my voice through the choir, 
and I'll sing. 

Scream my spirit to the sky, 

The whole world went technicolor gold and blue as I drunk in the sight of you.