Don’t you miss
The soft whisper
Of my sweet summer
Wits?
My secret glares,
My unlikely kindred
References to a world
That is no more?
Don’t you miss
My squirrel thoughts,
Or were they rhino’s?
Dreams meant only
To be dreamt,
Times only
To be imagined.
Places unexplored
Playgrounds offered,
But only
If you
Join me.