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Kindergarten Love

Young were the days, younger still us
As we laughed and played 'neath a shared sun.
Together we grew like two leaves on a tree
Till we fell and were carried apart by the wind.
And now I miss you, my kindergarten love.

Happiness was our friend, joy our tongue.
Acting like deer on the bed we bunked
Or sometimes we were dolphins amongst the sheets,
Till the time of our act was up.
And now I need you, my kindergarten love.

Fast were our legs as we raced home to home;
Our giggles free like the breeze that danced on the road,
Walking hand-in-hand past the creek to the park.
We'd always run together, until we ran out.
And now I want you back, my kindergarten love.

Like two sticks floating down a river we were,
Together through both high tide and low,
But then the river branched, and we drifted apart,
Leaving me with your name and the shadow of a smile,
For 'we' became 'I', my kindergarten love.

Memories we had made; now only memories remain
Like the wisps of a grey autumn mist
That seems near to hand and close to touch,
Yet when to hold, fleeting away.
I feel you fade, my kindergarten love.

Still I try to build a bridge,
A path back home, a way to your heart,
A walk to the life that had had its end cut abrupt.
It's a cliff I climb, but you push me down.
And now I can no longer see your smile, my kindergarten love.

The promise to hold on forever trembles
Like a mountain that can't take its own weight,
As I withdraw the hand you refused to shake
To delete the mails whose replies you didn't send my way.
And I feel it wither, my kindergarten love.

With the rising sun I see it dawn -
It's not you, but me, who's started to fade,
And the smile's not yours, but mine, that's dried away.
You are at home, safe and sound.
But I can't breathe, my kindergarten love.

I wonder if it was always a one-way street,
You acting more than I thought could be.
So though I can see the 'n' that has replaced the 'for' of forever,
I know that I can't ever let down the hope that beats my heart.
Forgive me - if you can - my kindergarten love.

O friend of mine, count the autumn leaves,
And I'll count the scars even time cannot heal.
Though that life is now a memory
Like the Indian cheetah that will never again run,
I'll always love you, my kindergarten friend.

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