You are 17 laughing in the grocery store until you blink

Skating through the bends of time\'s ice skating rink

Your first boyfriend\'s number still haunts your phone

Not because you loved him but because he was home


And if true love knocked would you even answer?

Sometimes staring at the floor seems so much better

Because the floor has the pattern of your mother\'s old closet

That mason jar of coins and rusted over locket


To smell the salt that lingers in Summer air

Is to remember the first time you accepted a dare

It\'s not even that the past was all that much better

It\'s that the present feels fleeting so you\'d rather remember