Where is the child within you,
I would like to know
Where you have buried him
He that would sit and watch paint dry…
I look at you today
And wonder is all I feel.
You have evolved
(positively or negatively, I do not know)
But now you are this person
Who is too busy to see
The little butterfly carefully perched
Atop a flower, on a delicate stalk.
Where is the carefree you,
The one who threw all care to the wind,
The one who left Gucci and Versace
By the riverbank to dive in for fun…
The one who had all the potential in the world
To stop in the middle of a marathon
And swirl and twirl with no care at all…
You were the one who forever brought me joy
You were the one who made me happy
You were the one who taught me fun
You were the one whose smile brightened my day…
Now we sit across the room from each other
And you stare into space –
The laughter lines around your eyes
Are slowly turning into worry wrinkles.
Something is eating at you
Something that works worse than wormwood…
I would, just for this once
Love to reciprocate all that you’ve done for me, so
Let me take you and give you joy
Let me re-teach you what you taught me
That life is short and we have no time
That we should take this time to enjoy each other…
Let us take beautiful walks in the garden
And take our time to stoop low –
Just low enough for our noses to touch the roses
And have the pollen stuck on our noses
(you liked that, do you still?)
Let us blow bubbles and watch them soar
Up, up, up…. until they POP!
Watch the wonder on the butterfly’s face
Seeing this spherical object in its domain…
Let us lay on the grass
Watching clouds drift and pass,
making all these shapes and patterns…
Let us run in the rain without a care
Like the way a dog runs after a hare
Then afterwards we will fix our hairs –
Or should I say you shall fix mine?
All in all, what I am trying to say
With all these many words on limited paper
Is that seeing you happy contributes largely
To my joy and happiness and feeling of well-being.
I want you to be happy
To overcome whatever is bothering you
Because we share much much more
Than just physical belongings.
Do it not for my sake.
Do it not for our sake.
Do it for your own sake,
Then my sake will have been catered for.