Growing young

We grew old together

the girl in an orange sari

and a schoolboy in white and tie

we flew and fell

but not together,

alone at times

and then with others;

I can’t name the colour

but it was an orange-white mix

a whisper-blend wrap

that kept out the cold of years gone by;

but tonight

flightless and without wing

we stopped

and stayed awhile.

Together. 

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