Once upon a different lifetime, you asked me to come with you to your distant land of promises and dreams. I gave you my hand, my heart, my hopes.
Heartbeats away from walking hand-in-hand into the sunset, you were gone. Up, away, and out of my life.
Dark eternities have passed as I moved on from your shadow. Now you return for an interlude of sunshine. Everybody’s happy.
But I’m not.
You’re back but you’ve left your memories behind. They’re all gone, with the cold winds that soon would be blowing you away again.
You ask me once more to come and see that land of hope, of promises that have grazed your fingertips and dreams breaths away from reality. You ask of me once more to come see you fly off into the endless horizon of possibilities that are yours for the taking. You hold that world in your hands, anyway. But in that world, you wouldn’t be holding my hand.
I may be seeing you – but only around.
