Monday, 8 December 2008
When We Grew Up.
When we grew up, I had hoped we wouldn't change like this.
Where once a field was bright green, joyous, and opportune, I now see a pointless space that reminds me of the scars we left, we left each other.
I had thought we'd still be there, in the lush green plane, still playing with each other.
When you fell in love, my heart sank.
When I went away, I looked for the friendship I always had with you.
Others, those who refused to change, are no better off; they are incomplete and alone.
They deny it happens, but they too lament the past.
Our Golden years ended too soon, but here are no seconds of regret.
All the time spent with you was not wasted, though it might be now.
We were journeying along our own paths.
I'm so glad I got to be apart of yours for the moments I was; I'm sad to see us part.
With so many places and corners, I pray that we meet again.
Maybe during transaction on an intersection, we'll remember what we once knew.
I thought I'd left you behind, but when I turned to find you, I saw your back.
We'd both gone in a different direction.
Can you blame me for trying?