I remember decades ago

Sweet sixteen

Twilit window

Youth in shadow

Talking endlessly

About the man we wanted

To meet now

And someday marry

Suddenly blurted

“We’re consumed with guys!

I see us as old ladies

Still talking about them!”

Crossing yourself, you cried,

“No! We’ll be happy, I know.”

No longer friends

Faces now naturally

Chiaroscuro masks

Modeled by time

But I wonder

Wherever you are

If you remember that conversation

I wonder if your prediction came true for you

Because mine is reflected

In my endless aging fantasies

And poetry

About the man I want

To meet now

And someday marry


I ache more from

Missing the sisterhood

Of a close female friend

Who shares my heart…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Murillo, Two Women At A Window


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