Sitting at café
Saw children coming
Took me a while
To remember our story.
Two paper airplanes
Flying in the breeze
The young memories
Reminds me of us.
Picked wooden sticks
And made it like swords
We build a palace
Through imaginative words.
Hid in a room
Where there was us
Whispered our shouts
In midst of the dark.
Those were the times
I will remember
Childhood memories
Will live forever.
