Yesterday seems to have quietly slipped away An ephemeral memory, always beyond grasp Gliding towards the past, drifting further away to a place where magic was real Where toys were always broken and homeworks always half-finished Where judgements were mere words and words had no meaning All that's lingering are soupy snaps Of those moments of perfection, etched and frozen forever in my head
Idea from *To Be a Child Once More* by a deleted account