bittersweet » poetry

discolored denim

rugged threads loosely hold my body.

it's been put away for years,

but now, warmth surfaces.

a disappearing pigment,

sinks in the sleeves.

although seemingly pale,

beneath pockets rests neptune.

i throw on this piece of the past

and i am overwhelmed by fondness.

underground music swims in my ears,

as weak cigarette smoke clouds my lungs.

a simpler time of day; the sun is setting.

i am a foolish teenager, living untamed.

you are tired, yet content.

i am tired, yet not.

we are a pair of youthful cerulean eyes.

a father

a daughter

reminiscing together.