clicking through photos of my past,
seeing familiar faces un-aged,
it’s like a thousand ice shards
showering on my chest
did we know then?
that we’d be like this now?
our youthful days,
fearless summers,
marched on courageously,
eventually, into thin air,
and all that is left are these photos.
new youthful faces,
blossoming in places
we used to be;
I am glad for them.
I want them to march on.
I want them to carry their dreams.
I want them to protect their heart,
and carry on with the fire.
the fire we all shared,
the fire we all cherished,
the fire that was brightest of all.
if you know,
just how my heart became alive
with the fire in my heart,
I hope you know how precious it is.
And if I may have any drop of energy
to lend you a hand to protect it
take it. use it. move on.
I’d be a happy soul.
12.21.2022
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