permanent

i watch as all of my old friends 

grow up to be everything i never wanted,

everything i told myself i would never turn into.

As if it were wrong,

as if it were some curse.

And now i want everything they have,

I opened the door to put up the Easter gel clings, 

and was greeted by my childhood.

Children were playing outside, running

across the lawns on the bright

spring evening.