tiny mushrooms

part two: the whole poem.

for anyone that wanted to read it in its entirety.

loss is a universal feeling, after all.

little one, why did you run astray?
have i not fed you well enough?
or was my love and affection too much?
little one, why would you walk away?
maybe i should have dialed it down,
or maybe i never really came around.
who knows; by now you could've drowned,
but hopefully you're just homebound.

i was running the other way,
destined for something i didn't know.
a stranger standing in the cold,
regretting everything from that day.
i had no intention to leave,
but i didn't have a choice to make.
still, i had newer stories to weave,
and bigger roads to take.

creaking swings and a blue base,
two best friends in the second grade
until someone opened the black gates
and we forgot one another's face.
distant memories,
rather than a close friend,
yet how little would have stayed
if neither of us ran away at the end?