When the World Was Ours

Lennon sang to us a lot. He said it helped with the silence of the rest of the world. Classic songs that I didn’t know but grew to love.

“But you saved me.” Is what he’d say every time I thanked him for breaking our window. “I would’ve put a bullet in my head a long time ago. But I couldn't do it. I felt like somewhere someone was waiting on me. I felt like I had to keep moving and when I found those people, they would save me. We would save each other.”

He couldn’t have been more wrong. He brought us something that we couldn’t live without.

Hope.

“Grab whatever you want to remember. Don’t leave anything that you can afford to forget.”

I took two pictures. One of Jonah and I as kids at Disney World and a group photo of our family in front of our house. I didn’t want to forget their faces. I couldn't afford to.

We ram sacked the other houses in our neighborhood and grabbed all of the necessities we could fit into our bags before we took off.

“Where are we going?” Jonah asked.

“Anywhere.” Lennon smiled back at us. “The world belongs to us now.”