Wearing Her Shorts

In her shorts I remember

Time can go backwards and I can reminisce

About those big blue eyes and that first passionate kiss

In her shorts I forget

A final phone call where things she said cut like a knife

Realizing she’d never actually understood me or my life

In her shorts I dream

Watching the sun set with wild animals in their natural land

Savoring a bottle of deep red wine as we sit hand in hand

In her shorts I wish

The story of us could have had a different goodbye scene

In the end she made me feel so sad and unseen

In her shorts I smile

They fit me perfectly and hug all my curves tight

It’s not easy to find denim that fits just right

In her shorts I hope

With certainty she knows I deeply loved and cared

Future paths may align again for a hug to be shared

In her shorts I live

Grocery runs beach walks and daily life things

Open to experience what new gifts life brings

In her shorts I laugh

Deeply from my gut and smile full on my face

With gratitude to be in this perfect time and space

In her shorts

I remember, I forget, I dream, I wish, I smile, I hope, I live, I laugh

And then, it hits me: they aren’t hers anymore

I am wearing my own shorts

One response to “Wearing Her Shorts”

  1. Your writing is AMAZING.  I would imagine this is coming from a painful place.  I love reading your stories.  Even the sad ones.  

    Sent from my iPhone

    <

    div dir=”ltr”>

    <

    blockquote type=”cite”>

    Like

Leave a reply to Lori DeArman Cancel reply