"Requiem"

We all have dreams that never got to grow up with us. This is a requiem, an ode to the dreams wandering the cemetery.

I recall the melodic days
spent
examining your face,
carving your name
from freedom.
Persisting.
Wishing you real.

Then you stood there,
small like me,
with a starry face
and we marveled at all
that was possible.
Promises
of growing up together.

I reminisce
over the times
we shared.

You came to me
on wings of fantasy,

to have your fruits
greyed, your nose
Bloodied by doubt.


Neither of us
saw it coming.

Juggling life
made me forget
your face.

Sometimes
remembering
I used to dream
hurts me.
But not like you.

You persist,
crying to be noticed.
Too bad.
I am grown up now.

I was a creator once.

-Svw