Higher Ground.

Do you remember
Our far-flung little corner
Of our tiny universe?

The steps
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 
of disappointment
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,
No place,
No reason

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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