Oh, but don't wipe the stains off the kitchen walls yet
I want to read them like braille
See if I can remember them all when they were children
Sticky fingers reaching for my hair when my hands were preoccupied
Chocolate covered faces that kissed my cheeks when my lips were forming words much harsher than "I love you"
Don't you remember, dear
I never wanted those moments to skip rope out the back door
Slamming the screen door shut behind them
I've hit it so many times trying to find the children again
Just realized today that that door is closed; I'll never follow them out into the yard again
Never going back
Never going back
Smashed into the **** carpet of my bedroom
Is a sour patch kid from years ago
I suppose I could've peeled it from the decor if I'd tried sooner
But I loved you
I loved the way you left pieces of yourself lying around for me to find