A part of us that doesn’t exist anymore

Washed away with the waves of time, there’s a part of us that doesn’t exist anymore.

Those innocent moments, when we daydreamed of a utopian life,

now seemingly squashed under the demands of mature life, that’s the part of us that doesn’t exist anymore.

The careless laughter, the sparkle in our eyes, the silly pranks, the spring in our stride,

saddled under mundane living, hassled with the rigors of life, that’s the part of us that doesn’t exist anymore.

Our endless conversations, our zest for fun, trivial jokes, and celebrity crushes,

shackled in our hectic routine, the carefree prance in our footstep replaced with the corporate ladder climb, that’s the part of us that doesn’t exist anymore.

What happened? Where did we leave those priceless treasures behind?

Can we retrace our steps, pick up the pieces, and sow them back into the banal fabric of our life?

They say we’ve changed a lot; the way I see it, a lot has changed us…

All our grown-up toys, the homes, these cars, these titles, these responsibilities, do little to warm our playful hearts.

I know your past, just like you know mine, where is that lost version of ‘who we were’ that doesn’t exist anymore?

It got washed away with the waves of time…