Chalk

if life were like chalk

it would be

succinct 

no need for explanations 

no need for excessive drama

if life were like chalk

smears, smudges, and mess ups would be alright

because there would always be something - whether an eraser, a cloth, or water to take it all off

if life were like chalk

blue trees and green skies would reign

eccentricities and oddities preferred 

if life were like chalk

nothing would be permanent

with just a swift hand motion, the words, the feelings, the emotions, would be wiped away

turned into dust

forever gone

if life were like chalk

it would just be white lettered

i love you's

or

i'm sorry's

that would make all the difference

if life were like chalk

no one would grow up

there would be vibrant colors, large swirls, and incessant doodles

nothing would matter

everyone would play

if life were like chalk

there could only be happiness

there could only be laughter

because, honestly, no one can get hurt

when the only things you had were a meager piece of chalk to write with

and a big heart to listen to