Second Edit: Growth

[Todd]

Hi Richard,

I missed this one when you first posted and I've come to this late. Here are some comments on your latest revision.

Second Edit:

Growth--I like the title. It uses the metaphor of growing up as a construct for growing apart.

I miss the nothing days of my youth--solid first line. It speaks to the element of childhood that was uncomplicated with tons of stretched out days.
when worry was a seed,--This is a nice adjustment first for the better sonics (two w words) and then because it doesn't introduce the our of the poem to early. I love the content of this line. The child, or the person new to the relationship doesn't have worries yet, but the seeds get planted. This is one of the best ideas in the poem.
two stomachs rubbed --I am interpreting this line sexually. I can't actually see an early childhood comparison to attach to it. This isn't a problem necessarily, but if you could solve it the poem might be stronger. I take this as the idea of exploration where everything is new for the couple. From how I'm reading this, I see how it's sort of close to childhood exploration but for me it's still a slight miss.
together like mittens,--Nice snap back to childhood.
white with the year’s first snow.--okay so white is to give me purity and innocence. It works. Alternatively, though you could start with the tears/puddles/sorrow theme a little earlier plant a seed so to speak. You could also engage another sense if you wanted to. Something like "damp" perhaps instead of white. It's your theme though just wanted to put that out there.
Tears hid amongst rain in June,--I get that we're moving threw the seasons Spring above, Summer here, Autum two lines down and finally winter. If you really want to do that maybe incorporate that sort of theme into your title somehow. In June is the weakest of these seasonal markers. I'd try for an image instead.
puddles deeper than before.
Our unsaid words still colourful leaves,
your silence not yet a barren tree.--I do like these two lines and images.
I miss the nothing days of our youth.--I see the our here but the repetition just isn't working for me as a close. I think if you're going to go with the seasons than possible stop the poem on barren tree. 

Just some thoughts for you. There's a lot here I like.

Best,

Todd