nights on the playground
turned into nights at the bar.
and drinking grape juice in fancy glasses, holding our pinkies up
became drinking red wine out of bottles while tumbling through the crowd.
giggling while wrapping our pinkies to swear that we'd stay together forever and get married
to us sliding silver rings on our fingers to seal a legal bond between us.when we were kids,
we thought when we grew up,
we'd own a fancy car and a nice house
with a partner and two kids—one boy and one girl—
when in reality, we kept our child-like traditions
and tweaked them
to make us feel as if we had really grown up.
YOU ARE READING
growing seeds from wilted roses
Poetrydear reader, my friend, please be gentle for you are reading pieces of my heart written onto these pages for your eyes to read and for your heart to feel.