by Anonymous, 16
It seems like just yesterday.
We were catching fireflies in the park.
Telling them secrets we would never share
Then watching as they dance away.
I miss the days we would wish on shooting stars.
We’d lay outside in the freezing cold.
We were hopeful
And it was enough.
I miss escaping to our hideaway in the woods.
The trees could recognize our laughs.
The conversations we had
were built into the ground.
But now the fireflies have forgotten us.
The sun came up and the stars have disappeared.
Our trees are overgrown with new memories
And things have changed.
Downingtown, Pennsylvania
Bridge Ink 