Little looks up to Big and Big never looks down,

Little looks up to Big until it turns big.

Little is now big on its own,

Oh, little how a little big you’ve grown.

 

You recited that once for me, when I swaddled you with my words, now your defiant in your silence, coloured shades you once tucked away for safe keeping, lie away from you, the pink in the lens split by a solid crack.

 

You know, my s...

I don’t remember the last time I saw you before I left.

But I don’t think any of it matters –

 

I mean what’s a goodbye? When we share so many secrets.

 

Those living scenes that beat and breathe, those are the things I remember, and it’s there my allegiance to our past lies, they are what came last when I last saw you and they are what comes first when I think of you.

 

Back then when you had spo...

I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” I remember exclaiming to myself, as a child I understood something of the great discovery I had made and how it must be met with controlled expressions, submissive, hiding feelings. But, as I child I didn’t ponder before I reacted and so I did away with submission after all hindsight had not been explored in my 4’11 prepubescent mind. I ran i...