Childhood’s End
I didn’t die that day but something did.
I didn’t feel it, I didn’t see it.
But it was very real.
A few moments in silence, a touch.
And it was gone forever and I never heard it leave.
I didn’t miss it nor had any idea of its value.
You can’t miss what you didn’t know you had.
Eventually much older and wiser I noticed it was gone.
Why did it have to leave so early.
I’m left with memories of what was left in place of.
I’m left with a deep longing for a myth.
A fantasy.
A cruel glimpse of what could have been.
Maybe should have been but wasn’t.
The ghost of should that haunts adulthood.
Childhood aborted
Childhood’s end.
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