Snowflakes in Spring

age

My hands have known hands
And how they leave again and again
They hold onto what's new
Just for the skyscrapers to whisper
They knew this would end soon

Like how they knew my excitement when I saw
Them again and again
Would soon fade into not noticing
When the years would fly by

I fear I am a product of what my influences
Rushed
Upon me
I don't go to the toys in the grocery store
No more
I don't wear dresses
As I used to
I know time is not forever
No more

I feel hollow from the hands I've known
And tired from the cranky bed
That kept me up at home
It's all mine now
More uncomforting than the body
I haven't realized I've grown into

Too soon, I look to the sky
The sun glimers bright
The same sun is still shining on me
Even when I forget how to look up to the sky