What It Took To Bloom [Poetry]

Glossy Pictures

I remember this was once you, 

after seeing my reflection 

in your glossy pictures

During your funeral, I overheard your friends talking about how pretty you were

I wondered if we heard all the same things

did they also told you that you look exotic? 

did they compliment your long lashes? 

did they love your proportions?

did they also like your humor? 

I thought we were so different, 

maybe because I did not want to be you

Well, we had a lot of differences

Yet tonight, when I flip through these albums

I saw that you loved to wear yellow

You would tuck your shirts into those coffee trousers

And wear those tiny little shorts

That messy lock you grew out when no one else did

The slight smirk in your photos

How feminine you looked

Now I am desperately curious

How old were you when you stopped wearing those styles? And why?

I wondered if you wrote poetry for your dad too

Did you also sang for all your favorite lovers

What were the mistakes and regrets you had during your youth

It's so strange that I now grasp for a connection

And long for a deeper conversation

Maybe I could have asked you to do my hair 

and helped me with my clothes

I might have understood that you were once me and I am now you

Maybe that could have taught us how we could love each other better