A Time Ago

And sometimes - that's okay.

A Time Ago

8/25/15

I still remember who you were

When we first met.

We were different,

You and I.

A lot younger too.

Laughter and stories built us closer -

Shared heartaches and

Whispered dreams 

Drew the threads tight.

We played with the colors;

We created worlds

Full of wonder, quests

And new found friends.

We became bright specks in the turning world -

A safe place to run

When the Outside seemed too heavy.

                               We were on different journeys

But we crossed parallel paths.

We grabbed each other by the hand

To find 

The pieces we each searched for.

We became the encouragement to share

The goals,

The hopes,

And even the bits we didn't know what to do with.

We were alive together 

And it was as if we built community

In a place no one would've thought to look

Because we saw the echoes of ourselves

In one another.

Oh, it was not without the hard times

For we did not always understand each other.

We brought together 

Disagreements 

And shadows from our different worlds.

We caused each other tears

And sharp tones

And bitterness that drove some apart...

We were not perfect;

Not everything was easy 

As words became weapons and

Opinions became rule -

As some rose up in conviction

And some watched in dismay.

As we, in time, became very different 

From who we used to be....

But not all of that was bad,

For we grew up. 

We learned how to hold together in hard times

And we tested our bonds.

We became deeper

Even when the distance pulled us farther.

We joined hearts in prayer

And voices to bring encouragement.

There was a sense of loss

And a sense that we'd shaken things loose -

But still a certainty we'd continue on

To bring something new.

We became different...

And yet -

I'll always know who we once were.

I remember you in the wild laughter

And I see you in a myriad of letters

And little gifts

And precious conversations.

I remember you in the silly things,

And the ringing joys

And the rush of shared accomplishment.

I remember all of what was 

Like I remember the sun in the reflection of the moon.

It's so very different 

But I cherish both.

When I am with you now

I still see the shadow of what we had

But there is a blank space we're filling

With new stories,

New laughter,

New tomorrows...

Change isn't always an ending.

I don't regret 

That we're here now,

But I like to look back on the journey 

We took to get here.

Because

I still remember who you were

When we first met.

We were different,

You and I.

A lot younger too.

~Ophelia - Marie