Poetry · Writing

The Untold Story

Memory flipping like a yearbook.

She used to wear red lipstick to dances 

and a respectable dresses​. Now

she teaches her daughter what to wear.

He brought beer to every party he would go to. Leaving

with someone new every night.

Now they share a house and a daughter going to her first dance.

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