I met you when I was a child

A humble field with some humble trees

Honeydew that tasted sweet, yet mild

Fragile palms giving dandelions a squeeze

Ripping them from the soily skin

Blow its seeds into the air, quietly wishing for more

Now I’m older, my innocence in a bin

Dusty relics of childhood continue to store

Can’t skip rocks with a job

Can’t drink coke from a twizzler straw

Take a step backward, they’ll call you a slob

Dead skin on a lip chewed by an anxious jaw

No break up, no divorce

You walked back one step at a time, life taking its course.