don't let go

this lady,this...professor.a teacher. a "know it all." she disliked me because i was quite blonde. and she had a degree in studying dead animal bones. with a side of sand.
asking me all these questions that were beyond my senior year of college.
asking me what I knew of love and what it has ever done for me


I am caught between


the inevitble heart  quake of 2000 andd forever.
reality.


your smell,laundry soap and quarter sized memories.


OH please...don't.....dont let go yet.