Mariah Thompson

Do You

Remember the feeling of invincibility? A quirky coupling, that

and desperation.

The faucet drips

I really used to believe

we'd be the unstoppable sweethearts. My sweet heart

wanted to believe in love the first time.

My stomach drops

Let’s go back to what we thought we knew:

Carefully sporadic trips

everything

buzzed at our fingertips so

we mistook curiosity for omnipotence. Silly

Warp pebbles into clocks

ignorance we clutched unknowing

amongst bright beds of thickstem aster and tiger lily.

Remember the taste of peach in the evenings? Vanilla ice cream

chilling the metal spoon before it reached our lips. We thought ourselves

innovative, or crafty.

Tick, tick, tock,

We swam in smug adolescence, joyful in our frequent

unchecked mistakes.

Drip, drip, drop

finally: silence.