Where We Used to Play

I walk among the ivy,
Where we used to go and play,
That time seems like millennia,
Without you here by my side,
This is where I first met you,
When we were just two children,
Without the problems of responsibility,
And the problems of distance and time,
But sometimes when I am lonely,
My heart remembers those happy times,
I forget that I might never see your eyes again,
We may never walk these forests again,
Never share an inside joke,
Never laugh and play those childish games again.

I walk among the ivy,
Where we used to go and play,
I hear the crunching of twigs beneath my barefoot feet,
I see the tree where we used to sit,
I see the bamboo where we used to explore,
I see the ivy where we tried to make a path,
And I see the bridge where we would sit all day,
But now it is left with just the ivy,
Like I am just left with memories.

-b.m.mason