what we lose along the way

back then

a sandpit was your oasis

a dirt road, your wild west

an old tyre, the 4x4 you would use to cross the world

now you have

your island holidays

your flashy cars

your shiny new toys

your things.

now you've bought your dreams-come-true

but really. you've sold [out on] the dream.

the things they'll never see

You saw Me when I couldn't.

My sight is clear now,
so let me show you You.

the memento

he still remembered every detail

the way the water looked

the way the trees tilted in the slight summer breeze

the way, for once, even the hoards of tourists didn't vex her

the way those books smelt.

and now he's alone. but the memory still takes him there.

when the waters move

when the trees dance

when the tourists laugh. and their cameras flash.

when he falls upon a random page

and the scent is like a portkey back

aftermath

She hesitated there, unsure if she could go on.

You stood silently behind, watched her battle the fear. And when the victory came, it was all you could do not to follow.

but...

I'm not attached to you.

I'm just attached

to your attachment to me.