The lover who was a child
We are the spoils of a war now but I remember when I loved him as a child. I was a blooming rose and he was a thin little boy with his hair sticking up, I knew he loved me before I loved him back. I was a little wild and he had a nice smile, and it was simple for a while. Everything looks simple to a child. Sometimes I think he was my once in a lifetime and other times I think about him only because I have nothing else to think about. I loved him as a child but even back then it wasn’t real, we had bluebells growing under our fingernails and I think I only liked the thrill of it. He was my bluegrass boy and I was a wild child living on the edge, but we have both seen real war since and live very empty lives now. Memory is in constant transition, we are always changing what we remember. Life goes on and on and on.
