Stolen

I never knew when you left me,

Was it the Tuesday that poured with rain?

Maybe the Wednesday we watched cricket.

I didn’t think it would happen at first,

We were inseparable, all those memories and stories we made.

But I’ll always remember the last words you said to me:

Don’t call me that! I’m not your granddad, love. 

All those years together had disappeared,

I wasn’t your little solider anymore.

We had become strangers to each other,

Was it this moment, I ask, that it had stolen you from me?