you can find me hiding
underneath the oak tree
further than the eye can see

thinking about how I'm not ready
how this can't be real
how there couldn't possibly be a you and me

yet here we are
and the memories resurface
of your arms wrapped tightly around my ribs
of your hand enlaced with my tiny fingers

I can't lie and say my thoughts are pure
Because many times I think things might not be right
That I’m not ready for this

my brain tells me I can’t ever love someone
that they could never love me in return

but then I move past all of the noise
and the memories resurface
of you sharing your bacon because you know its my favorite
of you carrying me when my legs have given out

Suddenly I am at peace
I reassure myself that this is right
and I know the thoughts will return
but for now, you can find me hiding under the oak tree
further than the eye can see