One Day

We get colder

As we grow older

We will walk

So much slower

And hold our heads lower.

Our hopes will be so far above us, I swear, they touch the heavens.

Once in a while, we’ll catch a glimpse of what warmed our insides and brought us back up from our dreams.

One day we will walk past our shadows

And reach out to hold our past up to who we are now.

Our shadows will smile and weep as they disappear to what was.

One day we will grow cold and take our lives slower.

One day.