Relocation

Just started it... Nowhere near liking it yet. Must let this one percolate and grow. But it needs to be on paper and not in my head. So...

Relocation

The earliest I can remember

Is running hand in hand

From wall to wall,

So near they were then.

And you were young,

So young that nobody chided you

For the leaves and dirt in your hair

From lolling ambitionless in the sun.

Did we have to grow up, grow apart?