Relationships Poem by Nikhil Chandwani

Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up'. Now, I've grown up, grown up with a confused relationship and now an intimate one.