A/N: Taking title advice. Little poem after a school dance. Mehhhhh. REVIEWS!

Pocket Memories

A night, the funnest in ages.
Laughing, joking, dancing,
even though she doesn’t want to,
but being with her friends
makes it right.
The twister, the soda, the clean-up.
The beads and plastic coins and temporary tatoos she stashed in her pocket.
Those tatoos, the face-paint moustash
that make subway-riders stare
all the way home.
And she promises,
she'll remember it forever.

The days pass.
Her friends are at school,
they laugh, they joke, they hang.
The face-paint rubs off,
the tatoos start to peel.

And weeks go by, months.
School ends, they go their separate summer-ways,
and promise to keep in touch.
E-mails fly, cell-phone bills soar,
but they haven’t seen each other for three months.

And when school starts again,
they’re together.
Laughing, joking, hugging.
But she doesn’t think of that night.
It’s peeled itself from her,
a temporary tatoo,
the memories and faces and songs and games blur together,
one after the other,
faded in her mind like the face-paint.

And one day,
she she reaches into her pocket.