do you remember
the day you missed
in 3rd grade
when we all learned how to fall
in love
with the clovers
that sprouted between
blades of grass
how we spent nights
with our eyelids propped
open
with hope and
impatience
easy laughs and
playground romance
now we fall asleep quickly
anxious for the relief
of an Unconscious mind
now i write my worries
on scraps of paper
that are shoved into a pillow
missing some of the stuffing
my head hurts
and my bones are no longer
strong
today is impatient
and fell in love with tomorrow
and the days tumble over each other
urging me to grow up
like a sunflower
or a black hole
what if i get hit by a bus
before i hit play
what if i die careful
fall down and get up again
but my legs are tired
and there's still so much to do
the day you missed
in 3rd grade
when we all learned how to fall
in love
with the clovers
that sprouted between
blades of grass
how we spent nights
with our eyelids propped
open
with hope and
impatience
easy laughs and
playground romance
now we fall asleep quickly
anxious for the relief
of an Unconscious mind
now i write my worries
on scraps of paper
that are shoved into a pillow
missing some of the stuffing
my head hurts
and my bones are no longer
strong
today is impatient
and fell in love with tomorrow
and the days tumble over each other
urging me to grow up
like a sunflower
or a black hole
what if i get hit by a bus
before i hit play
what if i die careful
fall down and get up again
but my legs are tired
and there's still so much to do
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