And What Good Did Holding Onto Youth Do?

Strangling it
Hands out gripping the beggar’s cup, pleading for more time
When once summers lasted forever
And now the winters never seem to end
I was so pale and bright and glowing
before oxygen and gravity let the crows crinkle their feet by my eyes
And we can try to go back
but it’s never the same
Our Peter Pan ambitions shadow the adult bodies on the apartment walls we never feel quite at home in
Still, there are glimpses
My head cocked back laughing at passed gas
Or how we sometimes still pile on the couch together
Or licking brownie batter off the spatula

We will miss these days, too
And they will slip through our fingers as all good things do:
water, time, the locks of hair of someone you love
But once we had them;
touched them; felt them
And they were ours
And we will miss these days, too

We will miss these days, too.