childhood

childhood passes like a butterfly 
all to soon it's up and left
taking it's innocence 
it's freedom 
it's careless joy 
childhood leaves like a ex 
angrily and with much shouting 
only leaving good memories, broken dreams
and the occasional item of clothing 
childhood sticks like an old postit note to a blank wall
falling off when your not looking 
so when you turn around
you pick it up and stick those memories back to that wall 
until, eventually, you forget to pick it back up
childhood tastes like birthday cake 
and smells of candy corn 
childhood is never over quick enough 
until, suddenly, it is.