When was the last time I crossed your mind? The last time the morning dew of our passion dripped down your lips. I use to milk your mind and drink from it. The honey of your thoughts sweetened the taste of your voice; As it baked in my ears. I use to cheer when you jumped hurdles after gravity had increased. Holding my hand out to give you peace from your chaos. A piece of your mind locked around my wrist like chains made of wax. Your eyes lighting my candle as you cracked a smile like how our worries fell through the cracks of your wooden bed that I put together for you. You were my first rodeo.