The notes of the music you are hearing
take you back to an innocent time.
You are five years old and your mother is giving you the biggest hug.
You are seven and your father is teaching you how to ride without training wheels.
Training wheels You miss the reassurance they give
You miss feeling safe
You miss being free from fears
But your training wheels are long gone.
You hear that song again,
the one that reminds you of your childhood home everytime you listen.
You remember the door jamb with your height marks on it.
You remember your laughs as a family.
you remember seeing your mother
all messed up, sitting in a room full of torn pictures.
Things fall apart.
Your training wheels are long gone.