Rolling Limes

Rolling Limes

There are these things in life
That you can't even try to explain
They come at you with a knife
And you have to run way from the pain

Because there are bigger things
There's always something else
You still walk even when it pulls at your heart strings
You still hop on a plane despite everything you felt

Sometimes you forget that the stars are there
When all you can remember is words and his awful glare
But all that fills your lungs is air
You've got one more day, and all is truly fair

Murals of memories
The art of remembering
Forgive, forget what's not pretty
What is this saying?

You can still run together
If you're on different paths
Sometimes it's better
When things don't coordinate with our plans

But there will always be the times
You'll remember
On the counter, rolling limes
In the beginning off September
When the tomatoes were still fresh
And she cried when she sliced the onions
Altogether to make the perfect dish
But you were just so young and
It fades away, like most things in life.

-my profanity of the night.
This is for the crazy people here, Olivia's poor uncle, and my mother.