to the top of the world and back.

across our world in an instant
 
to the death, til it’s dinnertime, til your dad calls you downstairs 
til we’re interrupted happy or go to bed empty
 
to the top of the world and back.
reach up, touch obsession, forget tomorrow
touch your toes and remember the unsteady feeling life gives you
think of the fall in between, the fall you’ve manufactured the memory of because it should be there
 
let time slip by
and feel like you’re
finally eight again