yearning on a sad november evening

i am older and

stronger and wiser

and i will walk back through life

and be the woman i always needed.

17 will linger

at my bedroom door

and i’ll let her in after some time.

let your hair dry naturally.

you’re beautiful either way.

look at me,

you’re beautiful either way.

this is the second part,

but there wasn’t a first.

there aren’t dandelions in winter. not many anyway. i

write for a window

of a restaurant

i gazed out of once.

starchild,

are you listening?

part two,

but there was never a beginning.