im at oblivion's gates and they're asking for my last words,
but im announcing the address of my childhood best friend, telling them what to put beneath the stamp,
acting like we still share the same mind.

acting like we're still the kids we were before it all became real.

holding onto my childhood by the nape of it's neck,
teeth sinking in,
putting it back in it's place.
mothering it alive.

i've said the lie that i never want to forget,
but really all i can think about is letting go, how simple it would be,
plant wildflowers in place of the memories, tend a garden in my brain.

i don't know her anymore,
the girl i used to be.
she was reckless and loud and made of sun,
and i forget her mostly, maybe on purpose.

i wish i knew how to love her still,
but childhood always ends,
whether we notice it or not.

the sun always sets,
but things live on in mirages.

she's living in florida now, i think.
i wonder if she'd get the letter if i wrote it, i think that she'd still care.

there are parts of each other that we can't forget.