There’s a book coming along the way… 🩻

I feel somethings hug my waist behind me

Small fragile arms and hands

A Buzzcut head and dimples with a smirk

Lonely ears that listen to the silence

I get down with one knee

My younger self hugs me in tears

I hold back mine

He hugs me tight grabbing my shirt

I hear his pain

I hear his worry

I felt his sadness

I felt his fears

“Are we still alone?” He asked

“We were never alone,” I replied with a smile

“Will we ever be loved?”

“We always have been,” as I shake my hand on his head

I wipe away his tears as they fall

He does that same to me as I realize I didn’t hold back mine

He looks at me with amazement

Seeing how much I have changed

And me seeing how much I have been alone

We both still feel the warming love we always have been carrying

I tell him “The way you view the world hasn’t changed in the way I see it now,”

And he tells me “a rose with the softest petals have the most sharpest thorns,”

A warm crescent smile on both of our faces

Be both knew how alone we’ve felt

We knew that the world wasn’t going to give us a smooth ride

We both never lost our sense of imagination

I hold his tiny hand smooth and soft

He holds my hand with his rough and big palm

“Have you’ve been this wise that young?” I asked him

“Hey you know yourself like I knew myself,” he says as he walks away

I look at him and before he’s gone I yell at him

“HEY WAIT!”

He turns and looks at me

And I simply say

“Thank you for your childhood,”

He runs back and hugs me one more time

He hold my face and are eyes open wise

Our tears dripping down like a leaking faucet

He closes his eyes

And so do I

I open them

I feel him fade

I open them, to find a rose petal

A rose Petal flowing to the floor

As I pick it up

It’s as soft as can be