Photos from When We Were Young Nana Grizol

I was looking at photos from when we were young
Your hair is light blue and you're smiling in one
And it's a strange remembrance brought on by this semblance
Oh we were so serious, shy, inexperienced

Oh so unsure of ourselves
Making mistakes without anyone's help
And I thought of the ways I remember you well

Some sweet recollection of redwoods and raspberry vines
Boys you wrote postcards to numerous times
The uncertainty then
Like some sentence of sin
Punctuated by moments of tenderness
When there were long conversations, sharing of beds
Walks home from swimming pools
Giddy, impressionable, but distance grew up like the night
Decisions were silence or preemptive flight
Yeah the queer kids I knew, we did tend to be shy

And your parents just couldn't get over their shit
They spoke of how all their ambitions were split
But they still let you in and tried to pretend
Now you let them refer to your lovers as friends
And I wish they could see how it hurts
Or affirm your existence with interested words
Yeah, their self-obsession's a patriarch's curse