Published in Livina Press Magazine, Issue 10. Available for purchase on Amazon. Author Bio: Danielle Patino is a Master's student in Manhattan at Hunter College's School of Education. She has a BA in Creative Writing and a minor in Religion. To read her book reviews or her full list of poetry publications, visit her blog storybeforeslumber.com Original: 11/16/18. Remember When we've grown To where it's all Almost lost I'll still smile at The 12 years olds Buying popcorn At the movie theater; We'd throw kernels down Our shirts, let butter make pimples On our breasts, To be sushed By a teenage usher Who envied us. And when the boy teases the girl With the cherry red face - He'll grab her phone Not because he wants it But because she says He can't have it - I'll feel the same splash of water That hit when You dropped my sidekick In a backyard pool. And we laughed; we laughed Like we'd never Be bothered with adulthood, It would never Find us here. And I'll see, Like a montage in a movie We're too distracted To keep on watching, The wholesome way we First found love But not the ugly way We left it. This is my only retribution; They say Time heals all wounds But leaving it there, Back in 2016, Was more than a wound, It was a glitch in the matrix - Something That should never Have been - And I will not Remember it that way, I will let that Be lost. But I'll remember finding Your armpit The best place To hide my face Even when you're Who I was Hiding it from. And I'll remember You letting me; You giving me Your space, Holding me there, Kissing my forehead When I didn't Kiss you back. And I'll tell my children about Sneaking into your house Through the first floor Window, Sneaking out in the morning While your grandma cooked eggs In the kitchen And your father worked online In the living room; About buying donuts for your mother At the coffee shop on Acorn Before parting In two different ways Down the street; I'll tell them how it was To never need to let you go; To call When I got home safely. To sleep until 4 With an alarm set for 5, To wake and have my father Drive me back to you.