Who We Used To Be

I remember
who we used to be.
Lying under the stars,
dreams twinkling
as we pointed into the night sky.
Catching clouds in memory;
an elephant, a clown,
the teddy bear in our arms.
Counting blades of grass,
browned wildflowers crinkling
in the loose grip of a child.
Never wondering
what comes next;
living for each moment,
and the freedom of comfort.
Wherever we were,
wherever we've been,
two lives
slowly separate.
Times are changing,
and we are forgotten.