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
