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