You used to consume my every thought,
Now I’m begging you to stay.
To weave yourself into the cortex of my mind,
And allow me to keep a little misery in the pocket of my chest,
Burned images of familiar hands upon my breast.

While the grass grows between my fingers,
Time reminds me we have grown up.
But how I wish to lay there and breathe in our youthful scents,
How I wish the memories were enough.