I
The River
I remember these stones, the rounded unsteady stone, the pointed one, the flat one where I could look around, and the dangerous one, slippery even when it looked dry...
II
The Road
The road is wider now, it looks carelessly done. Yet even with these felled trees and trampled bushes, walking here always makes me happy...
III
The Sky
I don't remember the sky looking this way, I can't think of any other word to describe it other than... Glassy...
IV
The House
Things have changed, the screw pine is gone, so too is the ajoupa. The clove tree and lawn are just as I remember. Now there's a house in all white, its strange to see a car in the yard...
V
The Children
There were two children under the big mango tree, a boy and a little girl. I tried calling out to them, but they didn't respond. I started to walk towards them...
VI
The Moment
"I used to live here once..." I said as I got closer, still to no response. I moved in closer, instinctively I tried to reach out to them...
VII
The Gaze
The boy then turned to look at me, his grey eyes stared into mine. However his expression didn't change. "Hasn't it gone cold all of a sudden...", he remarked to the girl. She agreed and they both left...
VIII
The Silence
My arms fell back to my side as I watched them run across the grass to the house. That was when I understood...