every morning,
in high school
and college,
i put on that outfit
with the big L stitched
on it, given to me
by my classmates;
i wore out
more shoes than
I can count,
walking down
Unrequited Love Lane,
searching for my
true heart;
shadowed rooms
were the places
which were always
cheapest to rent,
because they required
no fancy furniture,
no extra chairs
or beds for another;
then you came
drifting into
my life,
looking me in the
eye, and called me
'friend,'
and the old clothes
were tossed into the bin,
my life was
resouled,
and the healing
began.
(c) 2015 Thom M. Shuman
Friday, May 08, 2015
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