The strong reds and bright yellows
The pure whites and deep blacks
That colored our days,
Are now fading greys
Begging for attention.
Kisses that wet our lips
And tortured our hearts
With passion and guilt
Smile at us from afar.
The fury and anger
That made our hands tremble
And our eyes burn with easy tears
Are visiting a faraway land.
The certainties of youth
Are a calm river
Gently flowing away
Towards an indifferent sea.
Come; give me your hand,
Let’s walk together.
Forward or backwards,
It doesn’t matter.
Time may stop for us
Or pass us by.
But as long as we keep walking
We are always coming home.