we were...
so young.
in the field and sunny
running and screaming
the ball flying
and laughter following
behind the fence tall grasses
and i sat hidden forgotten
both drawing strength in solitude
preferring not to be trampled
we made a secret happiness
so far away from the tumult.
we were...
older.
the field is fallow
grasses whitened and blown
walking and angry
my words flying
and you followed after
behind the rusting fence
you grabbed me and spun
both drawing closer and breathing
drowning beneath the clouds
forgotten i crushed my withered grasses
so far away from myself
