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Her name was Carrissa Ripley.
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It all started at the school carnival in third grade.
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The library was set up for musical chairs,
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winners receiving chocolate cakes from the local grocery store.
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Came down to Carrissa, a black folding chair and myself.
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I'm sure it was only a few seconds, but it felt
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like an hour when I jumped in the chair after the needle was
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pulled from the record, she fell into in my lap -
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"Yellow" is how I think of it to this day,
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the way she smelled, her back against my chest.
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A yellow candle flickering against a black wall while
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sliding into a warm bath.
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The end of my nose was flush with the fine blond hairs
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running down the back of her neck.
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She swung her head around to face me
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her sandy blond pony tail slapped my face,
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"Yellow" in my eyes, down the back of my throat.
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"Your too fast". She smiled, playfully hitting me in the shoulder.
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My hands shook while I watched her white shoes with the small
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black ribbons disappear.
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She left a long hair in the shape of an S
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hanging over the knee of my khakis.
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I folded it in half,
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held it tightly in my fist.
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//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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I watched her on
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the recces yard from
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behind the piece of angled fence
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lining the dugout of the softball field
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in the distance
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they twisted two jump ropes
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in a way my eyes could not follow,
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she spun circles inside the multicolored
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ropes while the other girls called cadence
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there was a blue ribbon in her hair
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my fingers wrapped around the diamond shaped
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holes of the fence
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I squeezed my hands until the wire
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left deep red grooves in my fingers
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kicked a line in the dirt with the toe of my sneaker,
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imagined what it would be like to tie the
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ribbon in her hair
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our winter coats lined
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the hallways in a series
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of open cubbies
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I took a bathroom
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pass, stuffed the note
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in the right
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sleeve of her coat
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"if you like me
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check yes, if not
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check no
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put this
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behind the opaque projector in the library
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Justin"
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the opaque projector was
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in the far corner of the
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library, behind the shelf of
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outdated encyclopedias
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I looked there for
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weeks and weeks
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11 Feb 06

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this doesn't feel like it's ended.

it loses that power, and it just... stops, but never finishes.
 — shakeit

i like it but cant take it seriously if you dont spwell. 17
 — unknown

I love this poem with its acutely observed imagery and its teenage love angst described in such a strikingway.I concur with the othe correspondant and think you could take another look at the way it ends.
 — larrylark

Yes, the ending! BAH!

Atleast mention that you never got an answer, leaving it like that is like turning off the T.V during a commercial; you just..don't. ;)

I like it, but I don't like that /////////////////////////// thing, that's very..childish I guess.
 — MissMay

I don't like the ///////////  because not only does it serve no purpose but it just distracts the reader from a very interesting poem.  I loved the ending.  The ending doesn't explicitly say that the girl never responded to the note, but the fact that it didn't appear for weeks and weeks means to me that she didn't.  I like it.  If the ending were more concrete or direct, it would lose its power and seem trite.  Great job.  get rid of the ///// and its a 10.
 — poppy_seed

really nice poem

i really enjoyed all her ribbons too

thanks

Fiona
 — unknown

I had a hard time with the rhythm of some of the lines
but I did like the ending very much
 — lai

Beautifully done, wistfully vivid
 — larrylark

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