Memories

Do you remember how you ran, the gravel road cutting into your feet, a lonely sky gushing down with water? Do you remember how you looked back, and the flames seemed so close, the ground breaking apart behind you? Do you remember standing at the fence, how you hugged your backpack, and watched the barbed wire glint in the sun? Do you remember your new home, the language that tasted like apples, how your eyes stared into the nightlight, legs still ready to run?