I spy

memories have been overgrown and nothing is quite as it was once known

I spy with my little eye

the claw foot bathtub

collecting rainwater beneath the tree we used to climb

catching fairies to keep in our pockets

ours was a childhood unmuddled

I spy with my little eye

ivy conquering the skeleton of our swing set

vines twisting around rotting wood

bruised knees from flying too high begin to hurt again

skinned elbows from poorly timed leaps are once again sore

childhood shouldn't hurt like this

childhood should remain unmuddled

I spy with my little eye

the ghosts of our youth hand in hand

mountains of green tremble in the wind and I think maybe I spy our happiness here

maybe

this is where we left it

but I can't find it without you

for you are my playmate forever