memoirs of memories

[chytah]

i remember this conversation from before you fled to england,
sitting on the breakwaters and musing about all that had come before
wondering all that may yet come

i remember you explaining why you had to leave
telling me that sometimes when you are no longer wanted
it may be best to leave before you are kicked out

i remember not agreeing
believing that once home you would always be welcome
that some hearts would always be open to you

tho a handful of years seperated us
it has only taken so much to teach me that you were sadly right

but then we sat there and argued, cried and laughed
both equally briliant 
both equally afraid of water
stranded on the breakwaters as the tides rose