(Infatuation '97) by Rachelle Newbold

(Infatuation '97) by Rachelle Newbold

This '97 October is just

like '96.

Same cold evening,

same wide coat lapels.

Discovering again that

no matter

how hard I clench

my teeth my fists

things don't change

(I still breathe).

It's the same,

this '97.

Only your eyes

have changed.