:)

we used to dance in the sun,
call each other names,
love.
after we'd play,
nothing else to do
but think of memories of the past day.

how each beautiful day was
beautiful!
each day, more sun, more yellow,
more warm,
sweat building up into a workable, tangible
action,
until, poof! i fell in like!

i know what it feels like boys have their first crush -
well, i like falling in like too much.

in my hands are twelve straws,
and each day blows one away -
and when i find that i only have a few left,
i hold stronger, hope, believe, and pray

i miss those that have left my hands,
but the lesson they gave to me
is as priceless as gold and besides,
i would lose the rest to be in like with thee:)