forgotten

Have we almost forgotten the innocent words we spoke when we were young? Have we almost forgotten the simple games we played? The rooms we discovered and the worlds we explored? Have we forgotten the naive smiles and the genuine laughter we shared?

I would not know. I would not understand. For I do not remember. And it pains me so to say how much I cannot remember and how much I try to, only failing and seeing my mind as an empty and black piece of cloth, stretching, moving, trying to get a glimpse of the light of the memories we once shared.

We had shared so many cherished moments and yet.

There is none I can talk of now.

What has happened to those which we shared? To the times of laughter and pain, to our empty cups of coffee and to the dripping melted chocolate bars in our pockets? To the gumdrops and lollipops, to the peppermints, and the jellybeans?

They are lost as much as the memories of those which I speak of...

They are lost as the wind that used to whip our hair around as we ran around our fields and meadows...

But where?

Where have they gone to?

What fields? What meadows?

And sweets... what sweets? I do not remember anymore. Nor do I remember the words you said, when you had to leave, when you had to let go of my hand, of our memoirs written in tree barks and our dreams that were buried in the ground, including your favorite car and my favorite doll...

And here I go again, in circles and in circles. Not knowing anymore if this is a life of a square or a rectangle or a polygon, not knowing anymore which way we used to go, which path we used to take. And I am lost.

Losing.

My inspiration that is you.

Losing that one thing that keeps me moving forward, that keeps me apart from the empty world that envelopes you and me. And there is nothing I can do because I cannot recall anymore.

And each passing second pains me, because each tick of the Mickey Mouse watch I used to wear reminds me that I cannot hold on to those memories any longer. Because I have and you have...

We all have...

And we're all losing it now.

Our thoughts, our memories, our dreams, our hopes, the faded nightmares and those of which we used to talk of, of things that used to matter, of things that still matter, and those which will forever disappear into the insanity that is the future.

But what can we do? What can I do?

As much as I would force myself to hold on, time is making me let go.
Because I am growing, you are growing.

Apart.

And that is sad. Sadder than the melted chocolate whose form used to make us smile.

Sadder than every single tear drop we shed to the deepness of the ocean of memoirs and ribbons and toys and cars and houses and dresses.

For we are, after all, leaving it all behind, all those we used to love and all those we used to know.

Because we are children no longer. You are not my little boy anymore and I am not a little girl anymore.

Childhood has gone.

Leaving us forgetting.