Notebook

"Notebook" (a poem)

We spent our days with sidewalks and fire flies
Learned life from the bottom of a coffee cup
Traveled in search of an oil-painted sky
And slept on the rocks because they were under the stars

We met a man with a bird who spoke Japanese
Flew over broken bottles and used needles
Cradled the tops of trees in our arms
And gathered up grass because we had killed them with our shoes

We wore bright glasses to color our world
Talked about love to those who could not
Laughed at the lives we'd picked out for ourselves
And cried at a parade because we knew it would end

But we're so much more
Than memories written
In a notebook.