#escapril2019

oasis to grip and slingshot

around your fingers

kept sacred in shrine of

memory - i am decided

by everything around me

like the encounter of the sea and the moon,

salty and shiny

like hidden raisins in food even when is not december,

always blowing my mind

she smells like pouring rain and wet grass,

putting a smile on my lips

she smells like a new book on an old shelf,

adventurous and familiar

she smells home far away from home,

like more like home than my own

she smells like something i don’t have a name for

but i’m dying to discover

We grew up with popsicle fingers and sunburned noses

Laughed by roaring fires

Dived into lakes and oceans

We held each other to keep ourselves warm

From the frozen nights that knocked on our doors

Life was an adventure

We were all along for the ride

Stuck in the beauty of this neverland phase in our life

But we grew up with the other not so near

You became an adult

And lost that wonder we once held so dear

The young boy I used to know was gone in a flash

The young girl I once was grew up just like that

And now we stand here as strangers not friends

I barely recognized you when our eyes first met

You’ve grown, you’ve changed, and your smiles not the same

But I see him inside

That boy you were once

That boy whose head was full of wonder and love

I hope that maybe hopefully

That when you look at me