I drive to work every day

Fantasize the entire way

Imagine a place in the sky filled with hour glasses

Where they hold our memories and all our time that passes

There’s a little man up there who still can see me at ten years old

While I was still so tiny and learning how to be so bold

He can still hear me laugh up there the laugh before I changed it

The one that came natural before a girl of fifteen told me it was strange and

Though we can’t go back

There will always be a lot to unpack

Things that still remain

From all the things that we can’t change