step # 78: an awkward new hairstyle

i remember your mouth,

what it said, how it kissed me

and how it whispered i'm

not like anyone else.

i remember your eyes,

how they shined, how they danced

when you looked

back into mine.

and i remember your feet

i saw them dance to the new beat

and when i asked you to,

they walked a mile in my shoes.

another step checked off the list. quite necessary in a sense. a bottle of hair dye fixes nothing, you're right, but neither does a pint of rocky road ice cream or another box of kleenex. i'm beginning to learn that nothing fixes... but the steps are rather crucial in and of themselves. the steps collectively become the process of getting better, so there will be a time when i can say "yeah, i'm okay" and mean it.

i wish you would remember

that i would still walk ten thousand 

in yours.