Twelve;

we came/ we saw/ we loved/ we left
this was the year of growth.
spread your roots/ sprout towards the stars
the imagery of what has transpired
lightning sparks
nostalgia waves
so many moons, so many songs in the night;
driving in cars with boys
sing me sweetly, swing me deeply
the rain is falling and I will do nothing to stop
the drops on my lashes from drowning me.
i reach my hand out
& i realize it'll only ever meet my own.
this was the year of growth.
and my, how we've grown.