Old friend

Where were you

When I had forgotten
The hide-and-seeks, the fear of the dark,
Lighting candles in blackouts,
The worn-out family computer

When the rain fell in slow-motion
On long slow walks in the night,
When the fallen leaves were crunchiest,
When free time meant real opportunity

When I was stuck among
Who I was to everyone,
Who I am to myself,
And who I am becoming

For a time
I did remember
From the 30th floor during the day
Over mood soundtracks on foot
To the 28th floor in the evenings

When will you return?

Why come in the loneliest hours,
When only the breathing of the air-conditioner
And the dim white night light
Filled the corners of this cold tropical space

Will memory recognize
Your golden hues?