We were once a family, just me and you. You played guitar and I sang happily. Entertainment for kids is what we known for. Laughter and cheer filled the rooms and everything was perfect. I liked you, and I wasn’t sure if you did too. How I wish I could’ve told you my feelings. I was going to one night but I couldn’t find you, I searched high and low. I thought you left me, I teared up and screamed your name. I didn’t know where you went, did I drive you away? Did I scare you? Hopefully I didn’t.. I waited hours,days,months, then years. I waited for what I would have called our Golden Reunion. It happened, 30 years later. In a place where I could never think of.. I saw you. You sat on the floor with a picture in your hand, you only looked at it and didn’t make a sound. I screamed out your name and I ran and hugged you.. only you didn’t do it back.. I thought you knew me, I thought you remembered me. Turns out you didn’t, being away for so long you didn’t remember almost a thing. My existence nor how to interact... It didn’t matter though, nothing did; I still liked you even after all these years. I held you tightly not saying a word, tears swelled up around my black eyes. I missed you so much, all the tears and pain I went through for so long.. I continue to hold you as I hear something rustling.. it was the picture. I catch a glimpse of it right when it falls out of your hands. It was me and you laughing as we sang, right when things seemed golden.