Rafting Rapids

New Life

          I moved away from her, lost my last chance to spend eternity with her. A new home welcoming my feet, I hated it with a passion.

          Every place held her in a far locked cavern in my heart, I'd never sit to open it till much later.

           I remember sitting by her family,  flower petals decorating the table. She'd cut out a frame, hand me a picture, and gesture outward. A picture that held her and eyes side by side decorated with died petals.
           The picture I brought with me, locked inside a cardboard box. I wouldn't search for it for years. I wouldn't bother to even want to find it, I didn't want to even move.

            Life slows when one's life changes. A new life in the palm of my hand, I became someone new. Sleepover melted away, times on the grass were wasted, and the little black horse stood alone.

          She giggles begging to go higher, slapping the tire horse louder and louder. I grip hard, swinging it just enough to sprint under. She laughs flying through the air, a flying horse below her feet. She slows,  I grip,  swinging the horse above me.
           Moving took the horse with me, not the courage. He lies in a place no one cares to search for. I don't ride him anymore, he sits dust gathering on rubber, and waits for his riders to arrive.

            A new life can take the smallest memories away, tuck them, and make one forget them. New lives come with patience, waiting seemed to be the key.