I wonder where your freckles went
because they aren’t on your face anymore.

Maybe you left them by the swimming pool
after you hit your head
and had to get stitches for the first time.

Maybe you left them in my pocket
after I held your hand while you puked after
you got your first tattoo.

I hope I didn’t lose them!

Or maybe they fell off as we jumped on the trampoline
and waited for the sun to set before we went inside.

Maybe you rubbed them off as we pulled that last all-nighter.

Maybe you put them away, because you decided you were ready.

Or maybe you lost them in the backseat of that guy’s car,
where you lost something else.
I’m glad you told me about that, by the way.

Maybe you lost them when that married man
wanted you more than anything else…so he said.
Those kisses don’t mean anything now.

Maybe you lost them after you fell in love…
for real.

Or maybe you lost them when you saw your baby’s big blue eyes for the first time.

Maybe you still have them!
Could’ve been a trick of light.