memory messes me up
I had to go back to the days in which brothers teased sister had to hold hand come along neighborhood boys rode furiously past carelessly taunting
now I know simply full of wonder mystery unsolved frustrated to not know so much
I had to go back for to stop short say at child in arms or walk down aisle or final straw or hearing father repeat news again
I would surely break open no map back to the pieces back together into this life
I am still in