Memories.
the silhouette of a child,
with diamond sun rays lacing his hair,
Chasing little carrier bags carried by the breeze.

Faces of people I don't know the names of,
Old hands and eyes full of wisdom.
Skinned knees,
climbing trees,
Swings, plastic jewellery.

And silly things like pretending to smoke,
with a crayon.
The first sign of a lost innocence,
That I wish I could get back.