Yellow Bean-Bags

I remember long ago
when the world was safe
And quiet
And small.
The afternoons hung thick and warm
And I could go
To my favorite place.
No one could find me
Except my one best friend.
Nothing existed there,
Especially not chores
Or dead cats.
I loved my favorite place
Where we laid on yellow bean-bags
And where the carpet was mostly dirt.
We both knew the pine trees outside
Would never grow very tall.
And it was ok.
And we both knew that our favorite place
was only an old trailer.
But it didn't matter.
I knew we'd always be friends
Laying together on our yellow bags
Talking and arguing.
And we were.
Until one day
My best friend disappeared
together with his bean-bags.
And I realized that dirt
And Pine trees
Weren't enough to hold my life together.