I miss moonlit walks
And philosophical talks --
When did you stop trying to get to know me,
When did we move from inference to assumption?
That is something,
That foreign phenomena,
Close and far, far away.
There's still a little sugar left in the bowl.
Don't let it fool you, it's there.
Not time yet, not yet.
A few sad little crystals,
Too small to shimmer.
We're still there.
More importantly, let's come back.
Stop, turn around,
And march right back up those stairs, young lady.
You're not done yet.
Wilting in the shadows --
We're no mushrooms,
We need light
To live, to grow, to be.
There's still a whole world to see,
Through my eyes and through yours.
What about England and Italy, Greece,
And Scotland, Ireland, Africa,
And me?
And you.
Us.