POETRY

just kids

we were only kids,
dancing in puddles and looking over
the misted afternoon.

i miss the days we ran through pouring meadows just to get a simple picture.
dont you?

everything was so much easier,
the days when we could scream at concerts
and caring about who heard.

do you remember all the midnight road-trips,
of me falling asleep on you?
remember all the good times we had?

i miss you,
and i need
y o u.