Do you remember
How we used to be
With diamonds in our eyes
And no kind of disguise?
We hadn’t the time
To create elaborate back
Stories with arcs and drama.
We named sticks and grasped
At the clouds
Like they were flowers, dangling
Just beyond our pale, thin fingers.
Our teeth were candy coated
And filled with holes that
We sucked the air through.
Fresher than it ever will be,
We fed our lungs with the breeze
Of our youth.