I had a dream
my teeth fell out
five to be exact

When I looked up
what my dream meant
I had to reflect back.

I lost a tooth a year ago
To poor choices, on his behalf

Another tooth to childhood cancer
She always glowed like amber

And one more to a lung disorder
Known as a Potterhead, former

But what I knew did not vex me
It was what I did not that did

Who were the two other teeth
In which I had stared at in my hand

And so I thought and I thought
And finally knew who they were
But didn’t dare say it, defer

How do you tell the man you
love that sometimes the roots
That we think are mighty strong
Cannot hold the weight for long

How do you tell the man you
Have shared secrets and stories
Good times and bad times
Loving kisses and ***** lies
That he, in fact, is the tooth

The tooth that fell out and broke into two

Because to lose him would also be to lose a part of me too.

But sometimes teeth fall out.
May that be growing pains or pains from growing a part

Teeth.

Teeth fall out.

And all we can do is pick them up off the ground and restart.