Thoughts I Had Today

(10) To us who were beautiful

I walk these empty streets, that is inside my head—I see glimpses of us from the past.

When we held hands as we ran to our next class.
When I'd hug you to recharge my energy because of a long day of school.
When you'd ruffle my hair and say 'good job!' After I tell you that I got a high score from a recent test.
When you'd stay up with me to help me with my homework.
When we'd study together because studying alone wasn't as motivating.
When you quickly French braided my hair and we had to run to PE class because of it.

Even as far from the first time you looked my way and spoke to me.
The first time I heard your voice, the first time you said your name in exchange for mine.
Our first greeting. Our first conversation.

As I continue to walk down the road of our memories, it leaves me thinking for the billionth time,
"Time sure flies."

Our past was full of colour that shined so bright, it left me blinded—because you walked alongside me, we shined together.

So full of flavour; like when you take the first bite of a ripened fruit that's freshly plucked.
My blue spring of youth.

But when I look ahead me...
"why does our future seem so bleak?"
Blurred like an unfocused camera.
I can't picture where it's headed, because you're not here next to me.

I want to run to you and reach out for your hand.
To say, "You're walking too fast, you're leaving me behind"
And stop you, just to hug your back—like from back then.

This reminiscing proves that I wish to live our youthful days once more. Even when we're grey and old.
I just want to be beside you.
But we seem so distant now.
What went wrong?
Could this have been prevented?
What can I do to make you come back?

"Just please come over here, don't think of anything strange, because I'll always listen to you. No matter if the thoughts that you may have pricks me—I'll listen to you. So please say something, come over here"