tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

memory-thirty five

a girl and a boy
laughing hand in hand

a woman and a man
walking hand in hand

and that was all it took for me to travel back in time
and suddenly, I'm back to where you were still mine

I remember how you used to say,
you hated cliché things and cheesy lines
how your hair ruffles when you always smile,
and how your eyes darkens when you were met with I—
whose insecurity has gotten the best of her again

I remember how the grass laughed with us,
and how the wind snickers when you push me back

oh how I wish we could come back,
to times where we knew the best of us.
but instead it was all clouded with misery;
and all turned into a faint memory