Don't you remember,
peanut butter and jelly sanwiches, sunshine and starshine, blackberry and rasberry jam, similiar toe infections, how you'd give me 80891 pink roses, how you'd beg me not to pout, how I'd beg you not to leave, our tree that we'd climb, that you'd scratch yourself on, how I'd hand you band-aids for your booboos, how we'd run away and still be here, how you'd swallow virtually anything, dynamite, a whole cliff, candycanes, when you'd compliment me unnecessarily, and I'd blush, and you'd do it again, "what's green and has 4 wheels?" "A frog. I lied about the wheels." all the racist jokes, how you were sad and I could tell, and I wrote you a poem about seabirds and sky, and I'd draw you pictures of our tree, and you, me and patrick star, fruigetables: orange pumpkins and tomatoes, how the moon was a special place to us, how I'd concuss myself on cookie monster's eyeballs, and you'd laugh, and you'd pick up basketballs with one hand, and I'd try and you'd laugh, cause my hands were too small, how you'd never let me touch your hair, how we laughed at pokemon costumes, and how the actors danced, especially the chicken one, how you told me I was beautiful, and I never believed you, when I'd cry, you'd comfort, when I had nightmares, you'd comfort too, how you'd fart and I'd go hahahahahahahahahhaha, how we never get to say 'good night', how you'd suddenly, out of the blue, text me and say the moon reminded you of me, and how we once were. How I went away, and we drifted apart, how you couldn't find the words anymore, how "she'd fucking scream her fucking ass off at you", how short they've have become, how I can't face you this way, and how you can't remember.
everything we had is no longer there. If it was there in the first place.
