Do you remember
Our far-flung little corner
Of our tiny universe?
We tramped up and down and up and down
Children masquerading like
Mummers in a game of love.
It still smells the same
The same chemical tang
and fresh paint
But now I cannot remember how it used to be
I cannot feel you in my heart anymore.
Now I have no time,
To think of what could have been.
Time is unstoppable, and
Change is inevitable
I did what any child would have done when
I fled to higher ground.
I'm still Penelope
Weaving and unweaving
But my heart is for others to break now.
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