What’s the first thought
that comes to your mind
when you hear that phrase?
Is it a sweet memory,
something that curls
up the corners of your mouth?
Does it sting,
leaving an aching
in each nook of your body?
Maybe, maybe
buttercups sprout
from your fingertips,
and bees buzz across
your eyelids
as the words
drip lazily from the page.
I think of laughter,
and living on the road.
I think of Saturday Morning,
and middle spoons.
I think of space facts,
and all of the inevitabilities.
Mostly though,
I think of past and present,
and how it informs the future.
I think of you,
the what-ifs,
and how there is no
right answer.
So It Goes 