Tick

That's how it was when we sat together

When we were young - we could not tell

That time changed the weather

(Or weather changed time).

I remember holding your face in my hands,

Checking for new pimples in astonishing

Sunlight. I used to think I could kiss you

But you always looked too sad.

I didn't want to be your reason. So I

Pinched your nose or rubbed your head

Like a stranger gets to know a toddler

Or a pregnant woman's belly.

There was a beach where we lay out.

I'd bury you

Until you were a part of the shell count.

Until you shifted sands and poked out your

toes and arms.

We would sit with our pinkies

Tangled.

How we owned our little places and never

thought 'how young we are to feel this or that

thing'.