Gather Again

Grief And youth

You-th and grief, 

We were young, once, 

They all say, 

And love was bitter-sweet, 

Touch was sweet pain.

Growing up hurts, 

The pain doesn't stop when your limbs cease to stretch, 

Your skin ceases to stripe, 

Your mouth ceases to crack and whine. 

Love is like breaking, 

But it's also like living and growing and learning, 

It never stops hurting, 

And nothing is happily ever after. 

Once upon a time

Wasn't so long ago, 

And it will come again 

Before it is all over and the sweet black pool swallows you whole

Or piece by piece. 

You are young still, 

And youth is its own peculiar sort of grief.