We were young then, We balanced sidewalks. We were cool then and dripping wet With our lack of common sense. Your mother measured How tall those marks on walls were Worth their (????). We were heavy, Tree branches couldn't hold us. And teasing curfew, we'd buy time For the time being. We thought we knew the difference between Swallowed whole and running reckless. And so he tasted Your skin in sandboxes. And so he spread you flat on the ground Just like a blanket. We walked the wrong ways And talked thick words in thin places. I sat on his bedspread, He played his father's James Taylor records. My head full of "this is the end of my life as I know it". These words, this room, this man, These piano warheads That are scattered correspondence Will be keeping me from clinging to you. We were young then, We were childish, Carving peepholes from our pupils.