She mimics all of the warm things
she can wrap her hands around, like
life breathing through the floorboards of an old house, or a promise
made under summer blossoms -
time flies when you make nothing of it.
Can you remember the innocence that used to grab us and hold us in the air,
wild, like the rays of light dancing in the fields
we roamed together?
Do you remember a time when all of this was speculation, when reality
was made of starlight and fireflies?
I want the memories to dissolve me into
I want to wander back along paths I forgot
existed, I want the memories
burned into my skill to breathe -
take me home.