I still see the days when we use to sing jumper
while doing our hair in the bathroom.
I still see the
mouse stuck on the mirror.
I still see the smiley you smeared
on my parents bathroom door
with my shimmery white eye cream.
I wish I would have seen
the trouble you'd bring
which made that song
bring back your memory.
I wish I would have seen
right through that mirror.
I wish I could paint over that door
and everything that you destroyed.
