all the things

I remember this:
you sneaking out your back door
running down the block for me.
You climbing up my window
throwing rocks to call for me.
Us skipping through the woods
swinging off of falling trees.

I remember this:
us telling all our secrets,
like we never would be free.
Us holding hands and trying to
stay out of murky seas.
Us dreaming about our futures;
what we’d do and who we’d be,
all the things we’d do for love
if we kept trying.
Fighting for all the things we
used to believe.
I wonder how it all would've turned out.

I remember this:
me building sand castles
alongside someone called "king."
Me waiting by phone side
until that phone would ring.

I remember this:
You buying me flowers,
walking toward sunset.
You calling me pretty;
this was when I hadn’t fallen yet.
You smiling like a child,
hoping you would never forget
everything you’d do for love.

All we’ve got now are the memories,
little treasures of all our misery.
I wonder all the time
about you and me