Not There

The desire to dance alone in your room may someday be replaced by the desire to rest,
the blisters on your toes may someday be replaced by socks, shoes, and a season white as the innocence you didn't realize you had,
the faces in your memory may someday be replaced by to-do lists and words that lost their meaning when you weren't looking,
and your heart may someday be replaced by the needles that fell off of the first Christmas tree in your parents' living room.


--Erin