twenty three
some days
she was quiet
others she was not.
she slept through most nights
and sat awake others.
she smiled
and laughed.
frowned
and cried.
to most
she was healed;
fixed.
but to me
she was distant.
she wasn’t aspen.
not my aspen.
YOU ARE READING
Memories of Aspen
Krótkie Opowiadania"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
