10 years ago, at a summer camp.
I remember it clear, when they took my hand.
The warmth of those red hands, in little young me.
When collided with theirs, made my heart skip a beat.

No denial that history repeated many times since,
Sometimes built my heart, but also breaking into smithereens.

A decade of time, has gone now behind.
Yet history repeated again, again another time.
Summer camp replaced to school.
September, got replaced from June.

The sunlight on their face, when they smiled at me,
We walking together, together and free.
Wished that time would never had an end.
But everyone has to surrend, sure as me, sure as them.