Days like this used to stretch into forever,
Sunlight warming our backs as we climbed up, up into the trees.
Soapy bubbles flew by, filling my mind with fairies and dreams before you struck them down-
Enemy battleships in your war.
Today is reduced to mere hours,
The magical glow is just sunlight, the butterflies just bugs.
Try as I might, the facts remain-
You, starting life all over the world, and
Me, far from home, but heading back to finish my childhood.
Ink blooms across your skin now, and new cultures open in my mind, marking us in irreplaceable ways.
Growing minds, changing skin, we can't go back.