Where Did They Disappear

Where did they disappear the days we walked through the park?
The days we parted with kisses and spoke all through the dark?

Where did they disappear the days you carried me down the stairs?
When we walked hand in hand answering to disapproving glares?

Where did they disappear the days of flowers and bubbles?
The times we sat in the courtyard and discussed all our troubles?

Where did they disappear the days of spontaneous passion and lust?
When we let go our senses, our boundaries and what was just?

Where did they disappear the days of mayhem and fun?
To think just three years ago we were once young.