Back then

Back then, two ran the world, one with feet, one with wheels, both with hearts wild and open, laughing at the sky, holding joy like treasure.

He moved slower, but his smile always led. They shared sun, shared silence, shared dreams stitched in brotherhood.

Now, one walks on, carrying the weight and the wonder, grateful for those golden days— grateful still, for all that is.

Love lingers, not in mourning, but in remembering— then was beautiful, and so is now.