I can not remember my very first memory,
I have lost my first kiss,
and found my innocence buried under a tree in the backyard of a house I used to call home.
and even though I am blind to what I have not seen I can see what I know,
I have heard the wind whisper names and the man on the moon talk about the love of his life who orbits his heart with the sun.
I remember tasting strawberries for the first time and I remember becoming friends with the uncomfortable red itch they would leave on my face because each sweet bite was worth the elementary teasing,
and I now know, that I can not stare at the sun for too long without having everything I’ve ever loved be temporarily blacked out.
I have found my voice,
it is my first memory,
It is the ability to loose something I never had,
It is buried under a tree in the backyard of a house I used to call home
It is everything I have not seen and everything I now know
It is the wind whispering my name,
It is the man on the moon hoping to one day reach the sun,
It is the taste of strawberries and the teasing I survived,
It is the ability to see everything I’ve ever loved,
And it is me.