just like it used to be.
like lemonade held to the roof of my mouth
the bitterness curdles as it all tumbles out:
I never wished to leave you; it never was my heart
I was a world-class idiot; I nearly fell apart
I miss the swaying hammock as dandelions fill the air
with specks of fluff that drift and spin and get caught in your hair
I miss the sun that shone from your face with every smile
and how time stood still for us for that short golden while
I shouldn’t have thrown autumn upon us, the sky that tortured me
I wish that sky was clear and blue — just like it used to be.