I am seven again
and I’m searching
for the broken record
my parents said
I’d often play

it’s vinyl
a hundred times
by others before me

my record
sat on the dresser
where I’d sit
when confusion
and tears
overpowered me,
where I’d play
the verse
I’d soon memorize
“you don’t love me”

I feel seven again
and love means
never being mad
it means
reading my mind
and synchronizing
your heart
with mine

so please,
when I’m seven again
just remind me
that I’m closer
to twenty-seven

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