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.
