Childhood

A door slammed and you were gone,

simple don’t you think?

Just another chapter read and closed,

you made your stage right just right.

So now I sit on the outskirts of my wrongs

wondering what I should have done differently.

Skies were blue and cicadas roared with twilight.

Childhood no longer an excuse.

The black of night caressed me trying to hold tight

my guilt, how dark, how sad, how lonely am I.

We were innocent kids at play but too soon

the rug slipped away and we grew up.