It’s funny
Sitting here
Thinking back
To the times
She refers to
As
Then.

How I used to be,
The person I was
Before it was all
Unwritten.

Small threads
Picked and worn,
Undone.

She’s not the only one
Who remembers the small me
That always
Smiled for the camera.
Climbing trees,
Not afraid to fall.
She speaks
as if it were yesterday.

One eye in the past
One eye on the future
I am cross eyed
Short sight obscures
My view.

Recollect
And memories
Requiem dreams.
That which goes unseen
Time passes
And still I close my eyes
And remember
As if it were a life time ago.