I remember, the games we played.
The times we shared,
but even memories fade.

Where once there were few,
nomads have followed
and now they settle too.

I’ve left them you know, just once before.
And when I returned
We were children no more.

What to do, when you are not the one
they are sure you are.
Change for them, or do you run?

I knew the people they once were
but age begets complexity.
Could I have anticipated her?

How then, to solve this mental rift?
Can I fix this,
or will my absence, be my gift?

They’ll be married, some day
But I’ll be older
And so very far away.