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In the Pages of a Long-Lost Story We Once Lived
Prose Poetry
Do you remember?
We ran through the woods like there were goblins fast at our heels. Laughter bounced off the trees, echoing back at us, yet we pretended we were the ones who could save the forest from destruction. Every single step was just one more point on the journey of our imaginations’ map.
Do you remember?
We caught fireflies in our hands by nightfall and giggled with delight as their spindly legs brushed our palms. Then we’d let them loose to be tiny lights in the humid summer air. Each one was like a star, blinking in and out of being in a faraway galaxy. We thought we could be the rulers of the universe.
Do you remember?
We flew through page after page of our favorite books, each one a precious gift from the library. Our mothers would shake their heads at us and smile in ways that might have told us our childhoods would be far too fleeting. But we had no mind for any of that when there were dragons to find and treasure to unearth and a kingdom to save.
Do you remember?
We thought we would outlive every story and become the heroes in our own lives. We didn’t think of things like jobs and taxes and mortgages. Our minds were filled to the brim with magic…
