Where have my epic summers gone?

Where have my epic summers gone?
Where did the fingers on my back go?
Where has that freedom gone that I knew so well?

I miss you love.
I miss you freedom.
I miss you.

Where have my late nights gone?
Where are all the sleeping piles?
Where is the sleeping beauty?

Move but don't move on. Go to the places that you feel called but never forget. Remember the loves of your youth and fall head long into their voices. We love you. We are you. You are us.

Place your pillows at your back and at your stomach and sleep in the makeshift pile that resembles those who are the wild things. Make cakes and knit blankets and kiss the sky that covers you.

When you look at the moon, tell him hello for us and know that we look at him too.

Where have my epic summers gone?
Where did the fingers on my back go?
Where has that freedom gone that I knew so well?

I miss you love.
I miss you freedom.
I miss you.



For Andie.