these
days,

barricades of
tears
behind your
eyes,

moments
pressed
hard against
your heart.

the sweet
sound of
honey
when
you breathe
in my
ears,

redemption
in your
smile

on any
kind of
day.

the things
these
days that
test your
will.

pages
turning
in these
words
I write.

my childhood
comes
for me
some nights.

I wish
I was
12 and
you were
10.

and the
world
could
start all
over

again.