Things Buried Deep | ✓

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I was a six year old again. The same -- mother's pet, with fluffier cheeks and big doe eyes,staring out of the window at the hills and the meadow.

The wind attacking my face,
Me battling my eyes every second.
Waiting for my destination to arrive,
no thoughts of enjoying the journey
Having entered my mind.

You were little just like me,
But a friend wasn't what I looking for,
Your hi was never replied to
Like your unanswered bright smile.

My mother urged me to talk to you
Because she knew, she was the only one,
I would listen to.
I placed my mother above all --
How could I not obey her law?

I returned your smile and invited you to take a seat
Thinking how different you could be

We played and I realized, you could be a great friend to the six year old self of mine.

We talked and I eventually saw around, you were with your grandparents.

“Where is your mother?”

“Not here.” You answered.

I furrowed my eyebrows and tried again,

“The village?” A shake of your head.

“The town?” Another negation.

You stood up and sighed,
Walked to your grandma through the aisle,
Pulled her sweater; and whispered in her ear
And her answer made me tear eyed.

“She passed away from leukemia,”
She said, horrified I took a step back.
You came by my side,still smiling brightly
Dragging me back to our game of cards.

I never asked you anything
But admired you from afar
I knew it was our last game of cards.

The station arrived and we went apart,
This memory forever engraved in my heart

I never forgot you, the way you always smiled
The memory never sublimed.