Memories

I am seven years old,
You are eight.
You said I am your princess, and you are my prince.
You are my protector everyday,
Giving your candy so I can stop crying,
Hosted by flowers from your mother’s garden,
Our names are carved on the mango tree, the place where we always used to play.
But suddenly your beloved dad passed away,
That’s the reason of your downfall and it made your life ruined and messy.
You made friends with bad peoples and learned to have vices.
Over the years, the world we moved has changed.
I’m catching up with many school activities,
While you’re messing the cops on the road.
In school I received medals and certificates,
While you’re being called bastard in the street.
I achieved my long awaited diploma,
While you were a young father.
I’ve even heard that your partner has left you,
Your life becomes miserable.
Your face can’t be seen thinking of your problems,
The world seems like you already burdened it
I never heard your laugh again,
Your true smiles are gone like when we were a kids.
I still remember when we started building our little dreams together,
We promised to do it together while looking at the clouds and say “Forever”
Now, we would have a happy ending
If you’re not lost in the path of your beginning.