Wood hits wood in a clash of color
Yellow kitchen walls that feel like fall
That have seen so much
Laughter and tears
Throughout the years of youth
Nowadays, things are much quieter
It's a curse of the younger
To see, witness, and feel all the growth
And heartbreak
Of every older one
To see them move on and out
Of our home that's been so homely
Before now at least
As it's been a harder than difficult thing to realize our relationships
have changed before
Our still so young eyes in the midst of life