Lost Memories

Where did our love go?
I have been in love before,
And I know I will love again,
There's a memory of a man I once met.
A child still in a Summer's evening.
Running freely with him and a lost friend.
Chased around every corner of that, once, mighty house.
I remember him still.
His brother, ill,
watched us as we made our ruckus of pure joy.
He called me in and asked me to breathe_
Breathe what?
The air was clear, sweetened with the warmth of the sun.
Breathe what?
My heart was beautiful, fragile, untouched.
Breathe what?
My life was simple and happy.
I had all I needed!
Parents who loved one another still.
Brothers who held me in their hearts so lovingly.
"Breathe this moment," he said,
For it will never be again.
True was he,
And true was his premonition.
How can one child be accurate about a future unknown?
How can I be a fool to fall for the lie of that lost friend?
Oh, my lost friend,
She took my friendliness and love to assault me.
Over and over again, she made me cry.
Manipulated by her cruelty, I had nothing left.
Now I know, I will never see that friend again.
How can he know that love would live in my broken heart?
Soothing my pain, I remember
A sweet Summer's evening with
That psychic boy on a wheel chair,
And his running elder brother.

© A Furious Child