password girl (part one)

bernardsbarnes Poetry

my secret password

is a name – a woman

that I loved so foolishly

when I was finishing high school

 

it was so hard to let go of her

I finally did, but

my password has always been her name

so I can be sure I’ll never forget her

 

oh Password Girl

is your hair is still long?

do you still have that piercing?

are you still funny?

 

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