Wood and Rope

The day I lost myself was on a flight.

I did not bring you gold and so no hope.

Was that why you kept yourself from the light?

~📿🪢📿~

Do you still seek the wind with all your might?

Has your dear mother's mood taught you to cope?

The day I lost myself was on a flight.

~📿🪢📿~

Do you hold all those moments now so tight?

There was the swing I made from wood and rope.

Was that why you kept yourself from the light?

🧮🪾🪵🪵🪾🧮

I see our past appear before my sight,

I am not far across the grassy slope.

The day I lost myself was on a flight.

~🪢📿🪢~

I wonder if you watched me when I write?

You ran to me just like a swift deer's lope.

Was that why you kept yourself from the light?

~📿🪢📿~

Time soon undid the bond we held so tight

Did your confusion make your young heart grope?

The day I lost myself was on a flight,

Was that why you kept yourself from the light?

~Caitlin Charlton ~

A/N: My cousin was my childhood best friend—I honestly treated her like a sister. Eventually, though, we drifted apart. This poem is about what that felt like.

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