I See A Little Boy

Taking down the pictures.
Putting them into albums.

The past doesn't belong in the present.

Reading journal entries from long ago.
I can't throw them out.

I don't just remember old pain. I experience it again.

Life happens as much to us as because of us.
And vice versa.

Nothing happens by chance.

I see a little boy playing grown up.
I want to tell him to play a child.

The little boy is me.

Childhood goes by.
You want it back when it's gone.

Even when it wasn't how you'd like to recall.