old town
same house
same road.
memory ghosts shimmer in the breeze
first kiss
feeding the ducks
scraping my knee
best friends house
I can feel the ghosts try to drag me back to those times
I miss it
when life was simple
when the only thing I had to worry about was how to add
when I could play outside for hours climbing trees and riding bikes
I used to think being old was fun.
Its most definitely not
I would give almost anything to go back for a day
to be worry free and just play
but that is actually impossible
so instead I will sit here typing papers and taking tests
because one day I will be a mother
and I want my kids to have fun
I want them to have memory ghosts haunt them
begging to come back
I know that is kind of backwards
but living in memories is how I make it through real life.