We Grew Old Before Our Time


Childhood thwarted by realization and experience
A darling boy with streaks of grey
The falling stars burnt holes through upturned palms
Before setting the tree house alight

The scars still sit upon the neck
In the shapes of little kisses
Our bones now creak
When we try to take a lover’s hand

Can it be regained?
It floats just slightly out of reach
With sparkling eyes we watch
As it all just fades away