Baby Pony Tail
Your camouflage tracksuits bottoms
my fuchsia jumper you loved to wear
your navy Levi’s hoodie; soft, sporty girl.
Our grey and white fleece Disney pyjamas
a collage of the things you wore around the place
a sleepy face, putting the kettle on.
The lesbian jeans the night we met
your plethora of swimsuits
my favourite – a blue lean dolphin in the cubicle
your bloody flip flops on your beautifully meaty feet
the sound of them around the flat.
Your horror at mine – barefoot and infant
The tacky t shirts with the text I hated
the crisp shirts you wore
with pride.
I
was
so
proud
of
you.
That damn bucket hat that made me cringe
but you thought
you were the coolest
I wouldn’t dare break that
I said nothing
Smiled.
The cringe turned into endearment
and yet another reason to
love you.
I loved you in that damn bucket hat.
Your baby ponytail I adored and teased
I’ve forgotten the joke, the ponytail joke.
Feels poignant – I’m devastated.
The memories fall out of me
until one day there will be nothing left.