Not the Girl

I miss who she was
Who I thought she was going to be
She dropped a bunch of her friends
Myself included
Like dead weights
The last time we spoke
She was different

Still as interesting as ever
But not the girl
Who dubbed us name twins
And called me Gertie
Not the girl with the Marilyn hair
And loopy, juvenile handwriting
That was scrawled on notes passed
Back and forth
Not the girl I quoted movies
And fawned over Bobby with
Not the girl with the cutesy
Pursed-lip grins flashed after saying
Something smart

Human nature is to
Grow         evolve         change
Sometimes that comes with
Unfortunate                 results
2/2017

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