Some Lost

Do you remember how we used to flock

to the river every cloudy day?

Like falling birch seeds carried by

unseen torrents on holy duty.

 

I could outrun you, and all the other kids.

My silver tongue whispered through fatigued

breathless gasps and I would always be the one

to run head first into the streams, laughing.

 

But we're no longer kids. And I no longer wear

daisies on my sleeve and we're no longer

in that little village, thrown rice sticking to our toes

on our way to church.

 

So much has changed since we've parted ways and

somehow again reunited. Your eyes are dulled;

shadowy with lens of life's perils,

but you try to hide that from me.

 

You hide the fact we're no longer children and

that you have suffered in my absence. Instead,

your grasp on the past is still fitting, peculiar sadness

in your core arises and I know

 

that you still see us by the river, my hair tangled and long,

reeking of grapes and little daisy flowers and

your soft smile ever gently forgiving,

hoping I can still outrun you like I used to.

Reviews

SAD, but however Lovely.

[screamin'ian]

*sigh* well done :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A fiercly sad piece that strikes without warning, well done, good read.

[Southern Cross]

Beautifully written..sadness mingled with hope..life's unsuspected pleasure..Love blooms eternal from new seeds in the spring never suffering from harsh winters.

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. beautiful work ... very melodious ... it seems like a conversation between two people who know each other really well ...

[Emily B]

oh, Little Birdie, you sing sweetly, it is a bittersweet love story, parting is such sweet sorrow, but coming together again is bliss, and i have no doubt that coming together you will be children again

[Whiskurz]

This is pure poetic beauty.....Whisk