tangerines

I miss those smiles my father used to give me

I miss how he used to laugh when I was in the same room as he

I miss the days my mother wasn't always so worried

Overworked, underpaid

I miss the

Tangerines

Hmmm

Tangerines

I wish I didn't care anymore

About the sketches on the walls

That you've drawn when you were like six years old

I wish I told you "I love you" more

'cause I'm still on the kitchen floor

Of our childhood home

Picking up the pieces of your bracelets that got torn

'cause of a stupid breakfast

Smelled of

Tangerines

Hmmm

Tangerines

Hmmm