we strode to the slide
i remember when she and i slid down the walls
and the girl ruined our fun
but we were still young

we walked to the house
had to bend to fit
the window could open and shut
peek out of the hut

we climbed up to the perch
i remember when the big kids were big
and little kids were us
we'd make a fuss
over a doll house

we stood side by side
watched the big kids be small again
and you stepped wrong
not seeing me
onto my foot
and the whole deal
us being little again
made us feel ridiculous
one misstep
amid the stillness for his spotlight
and we laughed
those silent laughs
like secrets
and you said "sorry" silently
and i could barely manage an
"it's okay"

a boy and a girl

there were falling stars
and sky scrapers
they ripped away the black duct tape
and what was left?
a tree
and a boy and a girl
and they climbed
and scraped their own skies
ripped away the thoughts and tears
the boy was tall
and girl had blue eyes
and they knew

and they could explore their white world
of black tape
a tree
and found the paper walls
with a friendly texture
and made a shape
with 
five
six
eight
points
and the sky was filled
and a boy and a girl
were filled
and they knew

wartime lull

the film shows wartime
and as he speaks
an anguished cry
from the heaps
what he said
i cant forget
what he said
i will regret
hearing as the pictures moved
and the voice cried
loud and full
dont cut anymore
to the wartime lull