A short drabble or poem of sorts, it's about someone's past as I see it. Make of it what you will.

Early, I wake up and rub the dark from my eyes. Bu the darkness is in my room. I don't see it yet, but it is wound tight around every move I'll make today. Fate. You bustle downstairs, all three of you, but I'm young now. So young. I don't help you.

Fast, we speed along so fast. Not savouring what we should be cherishing. The music blares, another tendril to lock around my heart except these too are invisible for now.

The fog clears and returns at odd intervals as we climb higher. The temperature dips but us four remain strong. Team. Familly. Smells waft in around me; these will clog my mind, jerk tears as I mature. These precious, extraordinary moments are wasted on me.

And now, sitting high on cold stone. My favourite spot in my favourite place. You sit next to me, all of you as a stranger records our smiles. How you'll become so strange, how strange our lives become and eventually what a stranger you'll become to me.

Lights blossom in the sky. Like how our relationship should have bloomed. Those explosions lasted mere seconds, as opposed to a lifetime that could have been.

You'll never see this; you'll never know what I remember.

I remember everything,

Every autumn morning, the falling crimson leaves

Every Halloween evening, the scent of gunpowder and chestnuts

Even the young days in between

I remember every meal

Every lunch in the old blue bag

Every night we cheered

The night we sat in the mud

And the day that it rained forever

All this will be lost to you. It was never valuable was it? Never sentimental. Never sacred.

You broke my memories, I can never make more, do you know that? I can never sat foot in those gardens again, that glistening pagoda, ancient pathways, the stepping stones we stood on together, remember? The cave you found for us, damp and dark.

I'll find my way soon, promise. My lips cease their mumbling, my words halt in tumbling. My pen...slows...