We walked those tracks
as the sun faded,
never in fear.
Looking back
we thought ourselves
indestructible.
Friendships couldn't crumble,
and hope could never be lost
under the heavy wheels
deepening rumbles.
Our playground
in that summer haze,
a glint as the sun
hit the tracks.
Eyes connect.
our playground,
a school rooftop,
a canal side hiding spot.
Looking deep
into the water,
seeing hope in
the smiling reflections
staring back.
Those tracks
we would walk
for miles,
Wherever our explorer
hearts could take us.
Along countryside trails.
Smiles at the tales we told.
We pondered existence,
felt new musical rhythm,
our little slice of heaven
in a hell shaped hole.
Two souls trapped
in a downhill roll.
Passion sets fields alight,
fields where we would
feel the sunlight on our skin,
but those flames fizzle away
like the burnt-out cars
on the fields where
we played our fantasies out.
Awash with doubt,
we watched as our youth
walked into the night
and after it all, the field had gone,
those heavy wheels still rumbled,
but our friendships had all crumbled.
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