Dazephyr

Would you talk to me like we used to?
In riddles and rhymes,
Melody and song,
Magical tunes that we’d both hum along.

Perhaps we’d spar like we used to?
With pens as swords,
Words as arrows,
Knights on horses with princesses in tow.

Maybe we could race like we used to?
Down magical lanes,
Across imagined plains,
relishing in the freedom we gained.

Then, we could rest like we used to.
In a gentle breeze,
A mild rocking boat,
Down that river of Lethe we’ll float

But you won’t talk to me, will you?
Our childish ploys,
Like broken toys,
Strewn in our backyards, forgotten joys.