Mature

His lips move but my ears don't care
I can't remember when his voice became like this
Thick baritone ; Muffled words
He's talking about the future again

Can we just pretend
For a moment longer
That everything is okay
That we don't have to grow up

He uses five syllable words
He watches CNN and understands every damn thing
Reads the newspaper front to back, ink stains on his fingertips
Drinks his coffee black and decaffeinated

I want to keep pretending
Don't remind me about responsibility
Leave me to my daydreams
Go read your book without pictures