staring up at the sky searching for constellations in the stars i still remember the first time i saw one driving back from my grandparents’ house as a kid i drew it right when i got home neck stiff from staring through the window
its funny the things we remember like the fallen tree in my backyard my sister and i used to climb pretend that it was an airplane that carried us up through the sky
its still there - but its limbs are all rotting, they’re fading into soil i still remember what it used to look like way back then.