I’m doing it again…
writing the same poem over and over
Same words, different order
exorcising my ‘demon’ thoughts,
as if in doing so, the outcome might be different, too.
I’m old school, taught long ago
that girls don’t make the first move.
Times have changed, but I’m not sure how to.
Sometimes I sense that we are connected.
“soul friends” as they say,
living parallel lives, with a deeper understanding
of each other than either of us care to admit.
But words don’t come easy to unpracticed hearts.
And where might we even start?
All we seem to come up with is
an occasional tempered “How do you do?”
Two strangers testing the waters with our words
–being ever so careful not to drown.
© Ginny Brannan 2025
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