Smiles and kisses followed by a walk to black

Our words turned into thin strips of confetti

The final hoorah! As we glide into our final hour

Time has more than passed but if I could take it back I would

not because I was wrong but because it doesn’t matter

visions of my past seem much more clear now but……..

As much as I want to stand on a roof and yell words of encouragement

I can’t bring myself to ever feel okay with what I lost for the sake of my growth

I’d rather not have grown at all

because you were more or less a paragon in a world that I looked down on