Do you remember when we were kids:
When we jumped into small streams, welcoming the pull of an ocean’s current;
When we stood atop hills, planting our flag on Everest;
When we sat on skateboards, drifting across the line of the Grand Prix?
We were giants, and the Earth was ours.
I told stories.
I keep telling stories,
I still tell stories so I may feel
And the moment I hold my breath,
they come and dissipate
leaving their dying breaths, fading memories.
and my heart breaks.