The Boundaries of the Bubbles of Our Lives
Remember the days when ice cream was reserved for the heat of summer?
Remember the days when falling off a swing was the biggest worry you had to comprehend?
Remember the days when you, me, her, him, held hands together, and jumped in the freshly rained puddles?
Remember the days when notes were scrawled, blushing youth, and hearts pounded, and the window of confessions was precious and precarious?
Remember calling, and hanging up?
Remember waiting by the phone, and pretending to watch TV?
Remember breakfast by the newspaper, hot ink smudged across your palms and cheeks?
Remember the days before cellphones, emails, ipods, ibooks, i-everything…remember?
Remember the days when the bubbles were easy, and the breeze gentle, and the air warm, and people close, remember?
Remember, oh remember…the boundaries of the bubbles of our lives.
How hard you have become.