Finally, time to update! Hope you like this one, it took awhile for me to find inspiration, but after I did I was on a roll.
I'm standing in the bathroom
a mascara brush
positioned at the tips
of my lashes
looking at myself in the mirror.
I was chosen
along with a few other
lucky art sudents
to go to Paris
and I'm scared to death
of first impressions.
Why all the makeup, Beesly?
I can hear him saying in my head.
I'm nervous
I say back.
Later
when I'm packing
I open up a drawer
in the bathroom
and pull out a pencil cup.
Okay, now I hear him laughing.
Is that really
what I think it is?
he asks.
I smile at myself
in the mirror.
Yeah
I whisper.
Dang, Beesly.
What was it
like, three years ago
when you bought it
from the vending machine?
I can't help myself.
I giggle.
Then my mascara smears
and a tear runs down my cheek
because I remember
Dwight telling me to hand
his pencil cup over
and I just smiled
while Jim ate chips.
Dwight was so mad.
I miss things like that
so much.
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