in the back
of an old junk drawer
i left my youth
in a mason jar

i tried to open it
but there's no use
anymore

the summer days
are shorter now
the leaves dried up
and lay on the ground

you won't find anything
that you can't find here,
ain't it true?

around the block
there's an old gravestone
by the woods
you'll find some
rock hard bones

a stained glass window
shattered by our youth

it is gone.