Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color

Playing Pretend

I wanted to play pretend house with you.
Like I used to with the people I loved as a child.
You brought the wonder back into my eyes and the love for life that I had previously lost at 16.
I wanted evening walks with the dog where we shared headphones.
I wanted to laugh when we squeezed over each other in our tiny kitchen while making dinner.
I wanted to wake up every morning and fall asleep every night loving only you.
I was dancing to love songs while making cookies; pretending I was your wife.
While you were out with friends, drinking like you were still living a college life.
I was 22,
I felt too old
to play pretend.
You were 23,
you felt too young
to take on the role I needed you to be.