your mom dropped us off for a play date
of conversation.
we might as well have been sitting
in a sandbox
because our method was the same:
first we smoothed out the surface layer
after a rainfall
where current emotions stuck
to the palms of our hands, coarse
like our voices.
but then we dug deeper.
we whispered of rocks stuck in our feet
for many years -
we'd begun to realize
their long-term effects.
we were children again:
roaming hand-in-hand
through this story time.
we laughed like kindred spirits,
strengthening to light-headedness.
we were almost children again
because inhibitions still existed.
we shared conversation
& the longest hug
but nothing more.
maybe i wanted a real play date.
Author notes
Thank you for this contest, Tyler. 
119 words. just under the limit, haha.
A contest entry
- flashback. by sideways hourglass.
470 points, ended October 28, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really liked this Christina. A great metaphor... I could relate to the memory.
Writer's bock? What are you talking about!
You crazy?
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the not knowing at the end made it all the more real ... maybe play dates are what everyone needs to keep them going ... i loved the sandbox metaphors ...
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the not knowing at the end made it all the more real ... maybe play dates are what everyone needs to keep them going ... i loved the sandbox metaphors ...
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excellent!
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you are at the dangerous play-date age...
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You're welcome, lol. And thank you for penning brilliance for my contest. I love this.
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This was a very unique and interesting poem. I liked it a lot.
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i enjoyed this one.
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