The Fair

Another offering to the fall

We walk, side-by-side

Don’t these rides seem smaller now?

Or have we just grown in size?

What if this is the end?

What if we don’t return?

Weren’t we just little kids, my friend?

Doesn’t this kind of burn?

Growing up feels so wrong

Almost like a curse

Next fall, we will come again

And pretend it’s like the first