Inosculation, a childhood myth

Me and you against the world, as youth, it felt this way forever. Craftsmanship of cardboard forts to hold our secrets, this our tether. In our bubble we formed trust, from boxes and bruises. We swung from branches, landed on our knees. Me and you were once two but you found it two, too many. My weight on your branches, No mercy No second chances These limbs were always meant to break, Now I feel too heavy. Me and you, the you is always someone new My bubble now survives all weather For people come into your life For a moment, a reason or a season I've grown to accept my rhizome I learned that nothing is forever For you have rooted in another's garden Me, Adolescent no more I've found people who can handle weight better.