It was written on your face,
Half-hidden half the time,
And on your back, though it was hard to read.
The word was so simple we learned it in school
But my heart did not know what it meant.
It was too young to talk earnestly to yours,
Too lost choosing the colors you’ve already lost,
But the last thing you wanted was for me to know.
I held my camera to keep these moments
When we were young…