Those Distant Bells

I don't remember when I first met you, but I bet you do. Did.

I don't know how many times you held me, took my photo, put up with me, but you loved it.

I don't know how many times we baked together, walked to the beach, collected plants or went shopping.

You gave me books, games and sweets. You told me stories, and fell asleep half way through when I'd worn you out.

I cried and cried when you left, I didn't, and don't, understand. I thought I did, I thought it was ok. But each time you come back up, I...

Somewhere, you're ok. Somewhere you're happy, and I'm glad.