There was a girl I knew
her face is shrouded with the years gone by.
We were two, yet one in all that we did
Closer than lovers, almost one flesh.
We had our fights, but who didn't?
And in the end, that never mattered.
We were still us, and us meant together, forever.
What fools we were,
To think that childhood friendships could sway the hearts of men grown cold to such love.
We were dragged apart, from the home we knew, from the life we had.
One flesh became two,
And joy became sadness.
I cried myself to sleep on one end of the world, whilst she? who can say?
I hope she felt the same, but I could never tell.
Sunrise for me was sunset for her.
Too different, too difficult to meet or call,
And eventually the calls stopped altogether.
We wrote letters,
But the ink dried up and all I could wonder was,
'Does she even remember me?'
Although I am an old, old woman now,
The memory of that girl and me will live on,
still both hurts and heals my heart.
Who is she now?
Who am I, for having known her, but having lived without her for such a long time?
These questions lie unanswered and, I fear, shall never be.
Perhaps she is married. Perhaps she has children. Grandchildren.
Perhaps she lives alone, never found the one.
Perhaps she remembers as I do, with silent tears and half-faded memories,
Faceless behind the glass,
Lifeless,
Still as we were, as girls on that aged green in summer,
When bones were strong and hearts were whole,
All those years ago.
Who can say?
Not I.
I have lived my life unknowing, and it shall end so.
It is far too late, far too late to search now, for I am old, so old, and my bones are not what they were.
My mind wanes, but what I was then I remain still,
That little girl on the green,
In that summer long ago.