dandelions to weeds

Inevitable things. 
Summer leaving
 October returning.
 Love lost. 
Broken fingernails.
 Dandelions to weeds.
 And Goodbyes.
 The good and the bad kind. At one point we sat down and we learn to look past our sad stories and just sit in the quiet remembering we made a place filled with inevitable things. 
Summer leaving.
 October returning.
 Just like it promised. No secret. 
We’d whisper loud enough for our parents to know because in a world so filled with inevitable things, we secretly wanted to make sure wed never get lost. Or in too much trouble. 
Or at least enough trouble to say we made all these days worth it.
 Love lost.
 Broken fingernails. 
Two things you never regretted sharing with your mother because she told you so. In at least two languages one that involved yelling. 
And remembering. 
How we thought crossing bike tracks meant we were married and pinky swears were blood oaths and how being scared only lasted seconds just like now..
where we learned we can only hold our breath long enough for the monsters to disappear, then all we have left are our own ghosts to be afraid of. 
How October would always end up returning.
 Sometimes too late, when we were already gritting our teeth preparing for the cold when really we were just too scared to say something that might mess this up.
 Like I miss you. 
And when august would roll in with frostbite and goodbyes we’d unlock our bike chains
 and never look back.
 Because it wasn’t worth it. 
Because we might’ve messed it up. Inevitable things. Like goodbyes. 
Like growing up