remember rope swings?
you always held on too long,
and ended up back where you started.
never too scared to leap,
but not really sure where to go.
"now," we'd yell, "jump now!"
but you didn't need advice
from skinny kids with popsicle hands,
who couldn't come up with
anything better to carve into
the neighbor's oak tree
than our initials.
it's been a while,
and now you live somewhere else,
but somewhere in between,
still holding on to too many different things.
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