How old are we all, really?
All the years you spent playing catch up.
Running with your broken legs.
More sinister than it seems.
No patrol, no not today sir.
Dead hair in sink drains.
I forgot everything I ever learned at 14.
Fell down the rabbit hole.
Ivy clinging to houses, pulling down walls.
You're pushing up daisies, at least last time I heard.
Somewhere your mother cries and the bells begin to toll.
Blowing old dandelions out,
trying to cash my expired wishes and bring you back.
Wonder how old you were the first time you died.
I was 7.
12.
14.
After that, 16.
Ask me again tomorrow.
Drowning in bathtubs.
Falling out of nests.
Our baby bird wings weren't ready yet.
Cutting your hair at night, rainbows blooming.
Empty train stations with bricks as our luggage.
Nothing left to dream of.
Green water spilling out from beneath the potted plants.
Life is a domino effect.
I've been living in shades
since the day they buried me in robins egg blue.
All I'm really trying to tell you is babe,
I miss you.