I want to teach you
to forgive the world
starting at the beginning
and arriving at now,

I want to resurrect the naivety
of that blue-eyed
annoyance in the bedroom
down the hall
who stole my shoes and
my concealer

because i just wasn't
that observant

I want to take my cup
and drain the happiness into yours
because

I don't want it.

I want to know
i could give you movie night in the living room
and bedtime stories before lights out

give you what I didn't know I took

Evenings mornings afternoons -

here.

Take them.

We can pass them
around the table,
like trading cards.
I'll give you a morning,
you give me an evening,
trade until our decks are switched.

You take my cards,
you take each one,
learn the colors and
remember it
like it was yours to begin with.

Take a gulp from that cup
and let it drip down your chin,
I'll get you a napkin
while you live my moments,
drink them in.

If I could write them in a book
or paint them on the walls
I would,
     then you could see them.
you could take my place.

You take my memories,
and all my moments,
I'll take your tears
your tremors
your night-mares
your fears -

and i'll live those for you,

While you rewind
and laugh backwards
into my childhood

your childhood

A childhood with
tire swings
and Easter-egg hunts,
Christmas gifts
and pancakes at sunrise.
It's yours.

It doesn't feel real
to me anymore
anyway.