all those faded Polaroids
of those distant memory days
when your sunlit ocean eyes
spilled into mine
and I swear I could see a
crescent moon in your smile
and I’d hear your lips utter those
delicate white lie laced words
“you’re my favorite girl”

memories from when
your stove still shot a blaze
and when in the morning
the sun shown through
your bedroom window pane
I’d rush down carpet stairs
and over the sound of
cooking pancakes you’d say
“good morning sunshine”

the times when minds
thought straight lines
and they walked the tightrope
with the slightest of ease
when you remembered names
and I remembered when you’d tell me
with the sun setting
in your ocean eyes
“you’re my little Rachel’

but now your face lies
with the ever slightest grin
and you can’t quite
remember my name
the sun in your eyes
crashed down straight to earth
and it pains to think
I’d give everyday hear you say
“you're my favorite girl”