Our Love Grew So Fast, And Slipped Away Just As Quickly

Seventeen.

My lungs are full of fresh air.
You helped grow them, you know.
I think you helped every organ
in my body sprout.
Maybe your smile was the
thing that planted the seed.

Twenty.

My lungs are full of sand.
It would seem as though they want to
die, just like my heart.
I don’t think my body was ready
for the loss of you.
None of it was.

Twenty-three.

My lungs are clearer now.
I cough sometimes still.
I think bits and pieces of
sand stayed in there.
Just as a reminder –
You’re still gone.