I remember walking down the street,

My shadow beneath my feet.

The warmth of the afternoon entrails
Enveloped me and made me whole.
In the dirt paths and hay bales,
the rooftop shaded spot where the sun could set for hours.
It was simpler. It was safe.

I miss the innocence of summer,

As the sun set while I sat,
And watched on the hill.
I wish to go home; years past and I now know
Just how lucky I was.

I yearned to be alone; God Damn it I’m still alone.

Am I who I was five years ago?
I’ve left that all to the past, to be sorted out by the wayward haze of old-foggy memories.

Stuck.
Aware that I can no longer walk barefoot on the asphalt,
Or scrape my knee off a home-made jump, or play tag in my friend’s backyard,
Because my friend doesn’t live there anymore.
It’s just a yard with some trees, a far cry from the first sight of endless possibilities.

Where has my life gone?

Have i been moved by time without even knowing it?
What kind of person am I that seeks to live life in bygone thoughts?

And it isn’t even me who’s suffered the most;

My sister has nearly grown up without a brother beside her.
My childish arguing turned to an absence,
Left alone to fend for her future, how could this have happened?