Lost Laughs

The laughs. The smiles. The stolen kisses.
The time spent together
under the apple tree.

The rainy days.
games of tag, echoing laughter,
raindrops all around.
In hair, in eyes, in clothes.
In each other's arms.

Looking out the window.
A figure under the apple tree.
Running outside,
the rhythm of raindrops upon skin.
Running out to the apple tree.
All that remains
is the echo
of the drops against the leaves.

All alone.
Alone under the apple tree.