Siyona.S.stay

I trudged behind you,

eyes locked with your back.

I'd gotten unpleasantly comfortable

letting you take the lead.

Sometimes I felt like an actor,

playing the part of your shadow.

Do you remember that tall tree 

with the wide trunk and knotted roots? 

The one that stood alone in the middle 

of a wide field that seemed to stretch for miles?  

No? You don't? 

Dear a certain Liar,

Yep, you read that right.  Liar. 

I'll remember the dew drops.

The ones on the grass after

a particularly humid night.

I'll remember the golden sunlight

seeping into our kitchen window

in the morning.

It would catch the side of our faces,

Once, there was a little girl.

She was around 7 years old at the time,

and lived with her mother and father

in a little red house, in a little green forest.

They made chicken soup on their little stove 

I used to have it all figured out.

Schedules were organized chaos.

The beloved clock in the corner of my room,

was my gauge.

Told me when I was late, on time.

I was used to this system,