Lost

I think I left myself somewhere when I was 13 I think I turned around and she looked so Painfully important, a yellow germination Crystalline Inside glass laughter And I wanted her to stay there And she wanted to melt an ice sculptures down With temperature of virgin anger Oxygen on fire Hydrogen flowers She wanted her parents to pull the car over To climb the highest mountain To watch above where ripples come from Rolled into hills and valleys like god lighting bedsheets She wanted to find the centrepoint I think I saw it somewhere Along the stretch of highway In an advertisement of fresh fruit