May.
Running risks and growing up fast.
Concrete benches and grassy knolls. Endless days that never turned into night.
Pointless memories.
That was the happiest time.
Home was a place to grow from and not look back. Routines to be broken and faces to forget.
I left it all on the bench we always used to go to, by the river.
I took back the necklace, it was the first.
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