They were telling me about the things I used to be…
But those things are past now and all that’s left are a collection of faded memories,
It was one of the only times they were smiling genuinely,
And they were laughing, I wanted to laugh too,
But I was too sad thinking about these few good times we have only exist for some time before they fade away.
I didn’t really remember it much but I loved to hear them talk about it,
To see their faces light up, eyes sparkling.
Eventually, it stopped, the subject changed into another matter,
And what was once a glorious, marvellous thing was forgotten and abandoned,
Somewhat like me; and all the time, I was thinking, it was some childhood…