the river flows gently
caressing the rocks as it moves along
with poise she stands; our little willow tree,
where we carved our names.

riding our skateboards
beside the long plains and fields
the sky starts to dim with violet and purple
reminding me of your purple checkered vans

life may take away my wellness
and some other crap too
but it cannot take away
my youth
which you have etched onto my heart and soul
written in your handwriting