My Melancholy

Benign is in the eye of memory

childhood and soft summer laughs –

I remember your hand in mine

as we wished on tiny seeds sailing

the careless breeze.

Now, where are we? Wishes forgotten

or remembered with jaded mockery –

for the innocence we endured

with impatient fortitude,

as we waited to grow up.

We have traded dreams for lives,

let go for a grounded world –

all now is always as it seems,

ambition moves us step by step,

and surety keeps us apart.

I have taken a chance, returning to the dream

where danger and delight inspire –

I slough off my own dearest shadows

only to wake in a new day,

still missing you.



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