One Brushstroke

Youth was just a lone brushstroke Foolishly I thought it would forever glow... the same best friend forever the same candy store from heaven the same field of flowers gold... but youth never really had a chance. It was dragged from the warm tide pool into the deep blue end. So many wasted moments swinging from social anxiety tree lonely bee looking for the flower amidst a decade and a half of cold concrete... The best friend died of liver disease the heavenly candy store is gone eaten by a horde of attorneys the wildflower field plowed under by rows of broken homes. One brushstroke on the canvas of eternity. The joke had always been on me.