He once ate me up.

I became silent.

Very silent.

A silence that has been living in me ever since -

but we are better neighbours now.

I give him his time,

and he leaves me alone.

He needs feeding sometimes.

He gets hungry.

He once ate me up...

My playing was too noisy.

So now

The kid that played is now long gone.

But I do remember him,

sometimes.

He plays in my memories

which is my safe, secret spot.

But time calls,

work is impatient, stern.

And so until next time

(with a flying kiss and a bread-crumb smile),

let's play again.

You live on in me,

because I am better for the child that I was.

Reviews

[jyoti]

Good start..keep up the good work.

[monono]

Thanks for the read and comment!

[chloe]

the mixed feelings portrayed here makes it mysterious and keeps me reading!

[monono]

Thanks! Glad that it kept you reading!