of my jeans since I’ve given
birth to my children. I’ve grown out of
my cowboy boots. Now they’re
faded and loose.

I’ve grown out
of friends. We went our separate
ways. We used to have things
in common, but no longer.

I’ve grown out
of ideas. I haven’t any
plans. I’m taking life one day
at a time and see what happens.

My love for you has grown out
like the branches on a tree,
still attached and stronger than could
ever be.