It was not so long ago

Come to the places where we rode your bicycle

And we both fell to a puddle of mud splashing earth in your face

It was not so long ago.

Come to the bridge where we started to think about your beautiful day

when your teacher said you have got the world in your hands

It was not so long ago.

Come to the train station where we were talking about breaking someone’s skull

and wondering what was inside it

It was not so long ago.

Come to the top of the hill where we flew our kites

that were entangled when the wind blew so hard

It was not so long ago.

Come back to the earth where our feet were coated with dung and mud —

When we did not care how we stank and stepping on the floors our mothers industriously swabbed.

But I cannot come to the time when we said goodbye on one violet afternoon, you flew away like our kites.

I am afraid the wind cut your string I was holding.

Then someone called me to do the dishes.