Reflections of another time.
The world was young and you were mine,
for just a little while. A smile of forgiveness
as you turned to walk away. An image
of a child's need to pray.

Tears streaming down its soft, sweet cheeks.
In absence, we must all feel meek.
Our innocence will always lead us home.
Given out and taken in, our loving
never was a sin.

I pray for something more than we have known.
High pitched hum, the silence whistles.
Vibrations rise as lovers nestle
safely into someone else's arms.

Replete with all the charms of you,
a stranger dares to say 'I do.'
Your loving never was for real, you know.
Grateful for this feel of grace,
a smile upon a child's face.
Sunshine singing through the pouring rain.

It never should have been about your pain...

? Michaelette ?

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