Stolen Holidays by Kitten

They came slowly at first,
Falling from the sky
Like gentle raindrops on my cheek.
I brushed them away,
Tried to ignore them.
But then they grew in size,
Into vivid memories
Of that long ago day:
With its summer sand castle dreams
And sticky ice cream fingers.
And the dark shadow of a man
Obliterating all light.
The rain is harder now:
It hails down like meteors
On my head,
Drenching my heart,
Drenching my soul.
It flattens me
Into a deep crater that will
Always remain
As evidence to the storm.
The photo album is closed now.
The riddle has been solved.
I thought I could escape,
But I was wrong:
There is no escaping
That stolen holiday
Of my youth.

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