Shrinking and Invisible

August 1, 2011
am melancholy
thinking of a life that is
not mine but that is alien.
I cannot remember what it
feels like to be simple
and free
I forget
and I cannot remember
yet that life is me
and it is
gone beyond recollection. Come back
to me, little one.
I want to play with
you again
and cry and smile
and be free

it is funny
we only appreciate it,
that sweetest of things,
when it's gone,
and we would scream
and cry to have it
back- after such
a length,
and be simple again.

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