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The Early Lights
I spend mornings, afternoons and evenings
leant towards the lane of your memory,
Remembering the days when we were little,
Longing so much to spend those days again with you.
To run with you just one more time
across meadows of yellow-bellied greens
with tears of azure sky beneath our feet
as slippery dew on the familiar grasses.
A cycle to Nana's, Mum trailing behind,
Trafficking streets we had not known before,
To reach the places we enjoyed and loved
to amble in the humble simplicity of life.
Reaching out to touch the younger days
when we'd watch Pokémon together,
I find myself trying to catch the stars
which unfortunately are simply too far away.
I replay those naïve moments
so that I'll always know them off by heart,
So that they're always close just a glance away,
And that when I close my eyes they will be there.
Memories of us in the infancies of Spring,
Catching bumblebees in glass jars and bottles,
Celebrating in the refreshed Ma