things that i disappeared

There is a cemetery in the suburb where I used to live that has a huge fig tree growing on the grounds. Around it are huddled gravestones which rise and fall into the earth like silent drunks frozen just before they topple down. When I was a kid that tree was hiding place. It was where I went when whenever something needed disappearing.
I went back to see that tree. I was just in the neighboured. I just wanting to have a look around and I was just seeing what had changed.
But not really.
When I got there it wasn’t as huge as it used to be, and there was hardly any grass around its roots. Just dust, dirt dust. It was still beautiful. Just less impressive. It was less like I remembered it.
I stood at the bottom of the tree. I wanted to get down and dig and finds the things I’d disappeared. Somewhere in the dirt around the tree there would be a empty packet of tim-tams, a broken perfume bottle, charms from Christmas crackers (sneakily stolen from their packets in September) and other things… probably. I wanted to get down and dig for those things but I was too embarrassed.
So I didn’t. I walked away. I'm an adult. I have other things to do.