Shall I sing the songs we used to sing,
taking a stroll down the paths that we created.
A world we built out of paper and match-sticks.
Shall i re-write the stories we used to read,
hoping that somehow the letters will spell messages that you left behind
the day you left.
Shall i put on my white dress,
barefooted,
I shall meet you under that tree.
I shall smile when I see you.
Dressed so smart,
I’ll wrap my arms around your waist.
Tiny feet will leave dirt on your shiny shoes.
My head on your chest,
as we dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
When the song ends,
you will slowly fade away,
leaving me behind.

So,
I shall hum the songs we used to sing,
in my mind,
I shall dance with you once again.


-s.a.m
Memories.