Poetry,  Saudade

I miss the old Us

I miss the old Us
innocent awe
to once upon a times,
when I was big enough
to be your hero.

I miss the old Us
honeymoons
of playful firsts,
of loving a stranger
behind rose coloured glasses.

I miss the old Us
bold and careless
naive and weightless
we planned on changing the world
over breakfast.

I miss the old
Us.


Feature image supplied by Frederico Enni via Unsplash.

Asian Australian writer sketching honest words from a hope-filled heart.