I saw her again. That girl I used to be. She was having kool aid and bologna sandwhiches with her big brother. She was swimming in the pool. She was jumping on the trampoline.
Smiling.
Laughing.
Happy.
She’s so tempting to me. My mind keeps dragging out moments from 2 summers ago. And the summers before that.I hit them back like a pinata and they swing back at me, again and again and again, until it bursts open. And all the pieces of my life are scattered across the lawn. It can’t be put back together, so you grab what you can in your hands and go on home.
But home doesn’t feel good either. The walls are covered with pictures of that girl’s life.
The people we were before.