It was the perpetual summer rain that dried naive euphoria
That left me with a dense, cloudy headache
One that was unforgiving.
One that buckled me.
It was the prayer beads I held on my mother's bed
That steadied me
Steadied the noises of broken crockery
The spilt milk and heartache
It was singing "The Bare Necessities" with Baloo Bear
That salvaged some sense of myself
When I could jump through the sprinklers in my undies
And be less bothered with where I landed
It was the closed doors and opened worlds
~neither being any less forgiving~
That delivered me, prematurely, as an adult
It was them, giving me away to each other ~ a mere parting gift
That left me very much a~part of nothing
So forgive my restlessness,
my inept nostalgia
Cause,
it's all just a big mistake
Right?
Honorable mention
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