you always sang so sweetly to me
I could hold you in the palm of my hand and watch your wings stretch
high, higher than a kite
trace the skies and stare up at the clouds like we lived forever,
little bird, don't you remember?
back when neighborhoods were carefree and safe
and I scraped my knees on the pavement from bike riding
drank from the garden hose and sang skip rope songs
the play ground was rickety and wooden
little bird, did you see how far we have come so far?
but I left my youth behind in a rusty old locker
forgotten, throw the graduation cap higher
my little bird,
where is my youth
my one desire.
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