Those Days.

I still remember those days,

when my life was different and

I was a different person,

the biggest problem then was a boy

breaking my heart,

or me breaking his,

following days and weeks of regret.

I still remember those days,

when it was summer and

the Sun was either at its best

or worst,

both of which weren't a reason worth celebrating,

confined to the darkness of home where

even sun rays refused to reach,

I hoped to bid Summer a warmer goodbye soon.

I still remember those days,

when it's raining, and the raindrops on my windows

lure me into the world, outside,

as I step out into the balcony, the water forms a

little puddle around my feet,

the memory so fresh, it still feels like this morning,

I get drenched in the rain without an iota of worry,

I might suffer from sinusitis tomorrow but today,

I am wild and free,

and as these thoughts form a little castle in my mind,

I hear my mother's voice from the kitchen, downstairs,

"Your coffee is ready."