Ladybirds

I remember you when it rains, only if you knew
The reds had turned coral when we were together
I had seen life anew

 The games we played, ladybirds we chased,
Every new path we took
Thunder didn't scare us, leeches didn't bite us
Life was fun, so was school. 

 How you sang without a pause, and trees danced
As if in a trance

 And yet, it was the silence that had bonded us:
Yours, when you accompanied me home taking my hand
Mine, whilst standing by the gate, I looked back

 But such a vile scoundrel is fate 
Although I don't remember the date
You moved to a land where it snowed
And I? Well, I still chase ladybirds
They remain, even if you don't.

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