Youth
I lost the steady sadness Which used to fill these rooms And it’s tracks along with yours. Or have I? I lost interest in the chimes That used to draw you to them Or perhaps I grew weary Of their empty promises. I lost the home where you dreamt, Where the growing was slow And the plan was hatched To simply get lost on the way back. I lost the connection to a country, The many things it denied us And the isolation and shame That used to feel normal. Yet here I am, thinking of you And how much was lost For all the good that was gained In your struggle to find me. You, force of nature, you. How you did so much so well In spite of all the ebbs and flows. I see you. I remember.
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