In the Yearbook Margin

by The Night Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

At the class reunion, she brings the yearbook with its promises in blue ink: never change, call me every day, remember the cafeteria fries. Almost everyone changed. Almost nobody called every day. The fries are remembered perfectly. We sign the margin again, this time with current numbers and fewer instructions for the future.
53 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
class reunionyearbookmemoryironyenumerationrepetitionfree-verse

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