I guessed her age to be 17.
She had dark brown, shoulder-length hair, and tattoos on both forearms. She seemed a bit standoffish. She may have been shy.
We exchanged pleasantries but not much more.
She was in my life for maybe 7 minutes.
Not like the 7 months you were in my life.
I wonder about what you would have been like at 17.
I close my eyes and wonder.
Would you have sunflower blond hair like your older sister?
Would you crop your hair short or wear it long in a braid?
Would you have been shy or outgoing? Withdrawn or spunky?
Would you ink your skin with body art?
Would you be attending college? Dating? Living on your own?
I could spend hours imagining what you’d be like at 17.
Or spend my time remembering you at 7 months.
I close my eyes and remember.
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