A Girl From The Past
Sometimes, I visit the past haunted by the people who lived there once, I know there lived a little girl, she stretched her limbs and stood with the adults, tell her to close the books and loosen her tie, get the toys she have hidden from eyes, there is a diary kept where she spilled her grief, put it on fire remind her to breathe, tell her fairies are real Santa visits on Christmas eve, the adults are no fun they call her naive, I wish to apologize I wish to forgive I wish to give those years back, so she could live but I can't so I watch and weep as she gambles her childhood when she was just a damned kid.