play things from decade old memories

When will it come to be?

the time where you play with me like we used to

small, innocent games that formed a part of us

I sit here and wait

in the evenings

with my toythings

like a child

aged 25

a small part of me

that was still a child

slowly fades

as you fail to turn up everyday

as you fail to come with your playthings

into a sullen and aloof adulthood

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