Meeting in the night unexpectedly
Without any expectation speaking readily
Building toothpick fences for playing card houses
Meeting in the morning anxiously
Riding our lives to summit snowy peaks
Ignoring catastrophe while it speaks, speaks, speaks
Joining together day in and night
Learning all the tricks
Making paper airplanes from thorny drying sticks
Playing like children in the park, the pool, and surf
Feeding inner children with dinner and dessert
Memory strips like paper clips trampled in the dirt
The good times become worst
When perfect bubbles burst
These things that scare us
Surely aren't the first.
