Dear Time,

Dear time, Take me home, No, I don't long the building I used to live in, I miss the ground where I injured my leg, Cycling on the broken road. Take me to my grandma's arms, Where I wept like an idiot, When mum refused me sweets, No I don't long the building I used to live in, I miss the guavas from my neighbour's backyard, Which used to dissappear after a tiresome cricket match. Take me to my mum's laps, Which once used to be my 'angels in disguise', I still laugh at the way I used to stick to her, After seeing zombies in my dream. No, I don't miss the room I used to play in, I miss the shelter that dad always provided me, No I didn't cheat while playing 'eye-spy', He just let me win from my brother. Take me to those fights, Which I always won, No, I don't miss the screaming and the painful scars, I miss those chocolates of compromise, Which our refree forced us to pay. I don't want to go back to the building I used to live in, I just want a trip back 'home', Where I can smell the ripened berries once again, And dig in the soil of my back yard, this deep rooted pain.