I stop doing whatever I’m doing,
drag my fingers through my life,
try to grab hold of that one moment
where my innocence became
hard along its edges.
I try and smooth out those lines;
I try and find myself at a purer time
and keep it that way for longer.
I try to keep love out of my life,
long enough to survive; I was just
too young to know what I was doing
with love to be any good at it.
I wish I hadn’t used those words, the
ones I had read about in my books
and heard in the lyrics of my favorite
songs…I spoke too soon—I loved too much.
I remember you.