I had forgotten your name,

The color of your eyes, your haircut,

And dirty hands, your smile

Until I walked into the county fair

And saw the ride I met you on,

6 years ago

It feels so childish, and we were so young

And I can finally say I’m over you

But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you

The lights, the loud music, the spinning rides

They take me back to you

But you didn’t own that memory first,

The younger me did, and she still has ownership to them

As I walk around with the smell of funnel cakes in the air,

I’ll think of little me, the girl who

Would beg to come here every day

Ride every ride, fearless

Who would look around and

Find the joy in life in just a Ferris wheel