i remember when we were kids, bold
was your hair in two braids instead of one.
the first day of school, at five years old,
this was the day forever begun.
i remember you telling me on our train ride
to death that your favorite color is green,
like the color of moss on a tree's northside.
i loved you in that moment; we were only sixteen.
but now you've lost me. i've turned into a mutt,
and i haven't been the same since, always
fighting to tell what's real and what
is not. my mind a jumbled craze.
i hope you'll forgive me one day ahead,
i'm still just the boy holding the bread.
