She melted away,
All orangsicle sweetness aside,
No match for the heat of the summer
or the intensity of piping hot voices.
She measured out meters
Of friendship,
Push-pop ready,
Never pushy but popular,
She never really liked anything about me.
Push pop girl.
Woman of fine weather thoughts
& blue sky companions.
Rain clouds blew your thoughts away.
Storms warned you to bolt,
And here I thought
You cared.
Just a passing
Flavor-of-the-month
I guess.
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