I remember you,
All of you,
When one smile from your lips could
light a path to Heaven,
When your dreams and hopes were
brighter and more glorious
Than the sun.
Those summer days were the easiest of
all,
And everything you touched,
Turned to gold in your hands.
All the universe was yours,
And your very eyes told a story,
About owning every last single thing
you saw.
But now your hearts have rusted some,
Your sparkle is duller than once it
was,
And your orbits have dropped a little
lower
In the sky.
And so my friends, I spend the days,
Catching falling stars,
And remembering what you all once were.
bobby stevenson 2018
