time

i don’t realize how fast time moves,

not until i get a physical reminder.

a photo from 3 years ago or a few more gray hairs on my dog,

or talking to someone who’s 15.

i’ll lay down and remember things from school,

my heart will drop to my stomach.

i start to overthink everything,

wish i did a little bit more.

i remember all of my firsts,

i remember them all like they’re from yesterday.

first kiss, first time, first loss;

i feel sick thinking about the first hit.

i never truly realized i’ve grown up until i woke up on graduation day,

leaving behind a routine i’ve done for 13 years.

or maybe it was when i started crying over boys instead of a scraped knee,

regardless, i’d do it a million times over, if i got to do it with you.