The betrayal had to come one day...

In the basement, in the mud,
Walking together, you were a best bud.
We talked nonsense, we talked crud,
Yet we laughed along,
You were a best bud.

Then one day you just came,
Listening to a weird song,
Confessing you hated me all along.
My face, my voice, you hated all of me,
Telling me I wasn't worthy enough,
To be seen.

You cursed me,
You hurt me.
One day it was all clear,
I was to get lost.

They make their way through the crowd.

Beneath the sky amber in the last sun
the retrieved spark steers their feet
to explore the gorgeously festive town
smelling of discovery at every turn
of people and shops and sellers
and food tempting to be tasted
women too lovely not to be noticed
houses illuminated like light is free
flying as in a dream long in the coming
but arrived too glorious for any regret.

The younger when a few paces ahead
stops so the other could catch up
always remembering the six years
matter much in the count of speed.

The sky above grows older and paler
but their blistered feet feel no pain
from the four hours of rewinding years
glistening as night dew in their eyes.