growing up.
when did time start to move so fast?
Waiting for the sunrise on christmas day at 11 years old felt longer than the time between 16 and 18.
I don’t know what happened, or why time has flown this fast.
I’m not sure when playing out with friends,
scuffed knees and sticky mouths,
hands caked with mud and memories,
turned into this.
Or when running into the house and asking what’s the dinner
turned into opening the door to an empty flat,
everything in the same place,
almost not lived in.
I don’t know quite when I grew up.
I can hardly remember the stockings and the presents and the half eaten carrot and crumbled minced pie.
I can hardly remember yesterday.
I don’t know quite how I can stand in a room with other adults,
and they’re not screaming?
Noone is screaming,
Noone seems to be aching at the thought of time passing.
How can we stand in this grocery story line and not
just
scream?
