The one thing I’ll remember is seeing my friend in her kimono.
That pretty, apricot kimono. I disliked apricots. But with her, I loved them.
We talked, and saw each other. But when my family moved. All I had was that memory...
of her lovely apricot kimono.
Now, I wanted to see her, how she had grown.
I envied her, sitting like a perverse stalker to my own dear friend because of that…
gorgeous and beautiful apricot kimono.
I tried to imagine her, how she would look wearing it Now. Her hair tied back, glasses…
and that marvelous apricot kimono.
As years went by I had grown out of options to think of her, It was obvious I was obsessed…
her body, mature and lovely, a bride in full bloom...in an apricot kimono.
Here I am now, the only thing I’ll remember is an apricot kimono,
only to know that I should have been forthright with her instead of in the distance.
We were in the 7th grade when we met. When I gazed at her kimono, I remember it because it mattered, why she mattered,why i loved that dreaded color of Kimono.
She was my middle school crush, who no longer exists except in my mind….
smiling in her apricot kimono.