The last time I saw Sekai
She had dust on her feet and grasshoppers in her hand
She loved chasing dreams and always danced in the rain
Hoping, secretly, that her cynical and old great aunt
wouldn't catch her
With her feet in the sun.
She had the heart of lion, used to go round places
Stealing mangoes into her old panties, and showing us the
chocolates that her father
Sent to her,
''Where is he?'' we used to ask...''In the U.K'' she used
answer simply
Nobody, but she and her cynical and old great aunt
Who had hair full of years and no teeth, knew where that
was.
Sekai loved catching fireflies
That Was Before Her Father Took Her Across The
Ocean
Now she wears polkadot skirts, and little polkdot tights
And talks in a tongue that her cynical and old great aunt
can't understand
No one calls her Sekai anymore, but Sarah or Susan or
something like that
And no...the girl in the polkadot skirt doesn't remember
me at all.
