Unwrap your teenage heart

Like a chocolate dream.

I miss the self that sings,

the one that wraps string

around her finger and waves.

Lightening steps and electric belief

was what we wanted and

could never get. Not enough

to satisfy. Rather, we became

maudlin. Watched rises,

stretches, untouched heartache,

unmounted tenderness

and lamented the way

pine ages to a fray.