Chloe

I lay in bed, unmoved by the breaking of dawn,
And stare out across my room
Which, since I stirred
Has become gradually crowded with the misty memories
Of long-since melted winters, and crisp summer days
That float, a heady cloud, through the threads of light

I think of you, and how time passed
So quickly, with steps so brisk and skipping,
When we ran through wefts of meadow grass and
Sent pearly dew skittering across the floor
On the shore of a winter lake.
Our scuffed toes from playground swings,
Made when we cat-called from one world to another,
Slipping on the muddy floor of a secret place,
Planting a silver seed of eternity in those very days

Now we are old, and no longer swing
From gnarled branches of knotted oak,
That hid, for us, a secret kingdom of eternal fascination.
We don't peer into small spaces
Searching with wild blue eyes for a hidden fairy,
Or dust flakes of paint from each others hair.
It's true, this isn't how we are anymore,
But we still remain the same

People change,
And although we like to think ourselves truthful,
Pasts are roots that twist below the soil
But we still remain together,
Even in our separate ways,
And hold to our promise
To never forget