Z-The Blue Shirt

The darkness surrounded us that night.
The blue shirt was thrown aside.
The badge was seemingly forgotten.
I wondered to myself how much pain,
How much regret or sorrow was behind that badge.
Dreams we have.
You a pilot, myself a writer.
Where has it all gone?
I am still hoping to write.
You are dreaming of flying.
You broke your own rules and encouraged me.
Discouragement is hard to muster on a hot summer night.
You are afraid of change.
I am afraid of routine.
I look at the blue shirt rumpled on the floor.
It no longer stands between us,
Just our own fears.
Not all is as black and white
As they make it out to be.
You afraid of change.
I afraid of routine.

? 2001
Lisa Gibson
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