A Long Time Ago

A long time ago...I was in love

With the sun.
With the way it kissed my skin, how it lit up my smile.
The way it cast my shadow, stretched out beyond my reach.
With the different shades it wore throughout the day,
from a bright blinding white to a torrid dying red.

A long time ago... I was in love with the sun.
But then I moved to a place made of clouds.

A long time ago...I was in love

With the flowers.
With the way they bloomed where they weren't supposed to.
With the way they needed my care and my voice, once in a while.
With the wilderness of their shapes, colours, smells.

A long time ago...I was in love with the flowers.
But then I moved to a place made of concrete.

A long time ago...I was in love.

With you.
With the truth in your words and the way you made me sigh.
With your touch in every inch of me.
With the way we heard the same song.

A long time ago...I was in love with you.
But then I moved to a place made of nothing.

But all that was a long time ago.
Now I know that...
...the sun still shines above the clouds (and I only need to fly high to reach it)
...the flowers still bloom (in windowsills and on the cracks on the pavement)
...from nothing came everything (and I ended up smiling more than before).