dresses. heels. sneakers and baggy jeans

the winds of change has brought it home
a odd, sullen tone
an almost sombre welcome
held breath, smiled obligingly
maybe mandatory and obligatory

can't help but feel a sense of loss
pangs of anger, maybe, possibly despair
waves of loneliness, inked to skin
malt and bubbles to ease the angst

searching for understanding
urges the memories to remain, lost, darkened and locked awry
more so, too stupid to admit
too stubborn to vice, to habit, that succumbed to self consciousness
its too late, though it doesnt matter what townville thinks

it heard, brushed, left to trash
may solace suffice, its loneliness demise
move forward, only forth
not just titter on, but lavish expressions, prance

maybe soon B becomes A


It will only get better, there's hope... forgiveness.