Poetry,  Saudade

I miss the old Us

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

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

I miss the old
Us.


Feature image supplied by Frederico Enni via Unsplash.

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