Of moving away
When you existed right here,
Or the time, does it matter?
Old photographs when we were a team
It didn’t matter whether lost or won
I don’t even remember.
Yes, though I remember candies and school uniforms
And sunny days and dry nights
Windy and dusty,
Always the same, that they made me forget the how the time flew.
Remember peeking from windows?
Or running after children in the evenings
While birds would chirp and trees would swing,
Until they lost their home, their only safe haven?
But then it was only chaos and abyss
Until I tried to figure out what missed
Winters and rain
Would come as they did
You were forgotten and not yet
‘Cause you had your part
to play years later
when we were to be
fresh and new with perspective.
Hurt gone, injuries healed, wounds filled,
But you had to come
to melt a heart and dig the wounds anew.