I remember unencumbered
Grassy knees and sweaty shin pads
Tree forts in the park and empty skylines
The comfort of a soreness I could pin down
"The Show Goes On" on the radio while crying to YA fiction
Pacing around the room from a relationship on TV
Netbook in my bunk bed
With a picture of the moon as the screensaver
I used to want to be an astronaut
Now I just want to be healthy