Grandma and her hometown

 

You are still the same, hope you could sustain this pure forever.

That first step reminded me of those precious anticipations I can no longer have, and all those next floated on the verge of sorrow and joy.

Every breath in here waves me back to those beautiful moments, which I still dream of adding few more years into them.

 

  Your every inch made my mind stroll through the lane of times that remained as memories.

Branches that swung my cradle and the winds that stretched through those cradles can now never match their frequencies.

The quail wall shortened itself for letting it miss the times I tried so hard to climb it and shelves, followed it.

And that clear sky is so upset with the times I missed counting stars together with you, it now hides all of them.

Wish I could make it up to all these and that old soul that's been waiting for its dear ones to return, who lives at the distances where her wails couldn't make their presence.

'wait' a little longer, I'll make it forget herself.

                                                                                                                            -me