Remember?

We used to play on the swings
Dance to the ice cream truck when
It swung around;
This horrible neighborhood never let you down.
And I loved the way you told stories:
Mountains, and golden wings we would wear
Instead of jewelry;
Fly off the face of earth before they tear.
Semester started when the red leaves broke
Dying and crumpled, and you spun more tales;
Saying they gave up and hope is spring
But spring is moons away,
And I'd give you my wide-eyed stare of a brown-haired wonder,
And you'd laugh,
Wishing to yourself I was not so naive to believe every beautiful word that fell from your lips
Like the honey
We used to taste with every candy-coated dream you
crushed.