Second Edit: Growth

[Richard]

Second Edit:

Growth

I miss the nothing days of my youth
when worry was a seed,
two stomachs rubbed
together like mittens,
white with the year’s first snow.
Tears hid amongst rain in June,
puddles deeper than before.
Our unsaid words still colourful leaves,
your silence not yet a barren tree.
I miss the nothing days of our youth.

First Edit:

Growth

I miss the nothing days of my youth
when our worry was a seed.
Our stomachs rubbed together like two mittens
dirty with the year’s first snow.
Our tears were rain in June;
puddles that would always dry up.
Your silence was not yet a barren tree.
But your colourful leaves would become
words lost,
broken shade all-encompassing.
I miss the nothing days of our youth.


Original:

Growth

I miss the nothing days of my youth,
when our worry was a seed.
Our stomachs rubbed together
like two mittens
dirty with the year's first snow.
Our tears rain in June;
puddles that would always dry up.
Your silence wasn't a barren tree,
colourful leaves words lost,
broken shade all encompassing.
I miss the nothing days of our youth.