I just stood in the doorway
I just stood in the doorway
I want the dirt bank
that we found coal in
and convinced ourselves that if we
dug a little further
we would find diamonds
Watching you sit on my gray couch,
your husband's arm around your shoulder,
I see how we have grown
past pretending to be
Thunder and Lightning,
best friend horses divided by a continent.
You drive trucks cross-country
and I work at a grocery store.
I want to lie on my front lawn.
Shine flashlights at the sky.
We were eight, trying to direct
airplanes or communicate with aliens.
You are here only for a few days,
but already I am ten years old
again asking you to make snow angels.
I want the dirt bank
that we found coal in
and convinced ourselves that if we
dug a little further
we would find diamonds
Watching you sit on my gray couch,
your husband's arm around your shoulder,
I see how we have grown
past pretending to be
Thunder and Lightning,
best friend horses divided by a continent.
You drive trucks cross-country
and I work at a grocery store.
I want to lie on my front lawn.
Shine flashlights at the sky.
We were eight, trying to direct
airplanes or communicate with aliens.
You are here only for a few days,
but already I am ten years old
again asking you to make snow angels.
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