Walking through the woods
Glancing at the aqua creek
As trees of green faded off
One. Three. Thirteen.
Tossing pebbles of the earliest grey
Two. Five. Seventeen.
That’s how old I am.

“Come April; it will be 13 years, and personally I’m still falling apart...”
I was only five years old
It was my birthday
Three. Then. Five. Twenty-one.
Carefully glimpsing at my reflection
I remembered my thoughts
Tears fell so easily

I screamed in agony
As you released my hand
“I love you!”
That was the day
Everything changed
My perspective on life and the meaning behind it
I guess walking alone wasn’t necessarily difficult

The pain soon became normal
Four. Twenty-seven. Thirty- two.
I questioned so much
Yet!
Spoke so little
My voice had went silent
My only thought right now.

“Yes! Life can be difficult, but it’s a beautiful thing.
It is so precious and delicate.
It is rather simple; in it are people who love, and who care for you.
Then, there are those who find the heart of corruption, and that’s what makes it poisonous.
However, you will spend every second telling those around you how much you love them because you never know when that chance might leave. “

This is where you’ll find me
Walking through the woods
Glancing at the aqua creek that stands in front of me
Wishing to change the hands of time
One. Three. Thirteen.
Tossing pebbles of the deepest grey
Reminiscing on a sky of the palest blue

One. Three. Five.
That’s how old I was
When you were taken from me.
This is where you’ll find me!