Skipping down the wide concrete path 

In a dainty turquoise dotted sundress 

The sunset dripping down like quiet rain

The second day of summer had just arrived 

My fourth birthday, but a day that ended all my future days 

The front door slowly opened, deafening as it creaked

A flustered young woman, thin and frail stood in the doorway 

Her chapped pale lips bleeding, reaching down to her chin

Shaking in the warmth of the twilight beneath the oak awning of the frame, 

Her eyes darted to the ornate painting of daisies above my head. 

Her uncomfort was transmitted towards me as I took a step back

My surroundings suddenly seemed distant 

And the oblivion of my mind, 

Seemed to attack my unprotected fragile soul. 

Then I left, never to see those daisies again.

She came back. For me. 

Those long dreadful nights 

Spent awake snuggled up against the pale pink blanket she had knitted 

Constant thoughts of self doubt and depreciation

Drowning in my tears, 

tucked away in the corner of my nursery classroom on

 every Thursday,

 the day of which she adored

could now have purpose 

My questions could be answered. 

Oh the questions I had for her. 

I never dreamed for her to return, a hopeless fantasy if I would.

But there she was. With open arms ready to cradle me as if I was hers to have.

But once you have to return, you shouldn't.

Your place of belonging has faded

Faded into the grief you have placed upon your beloved,

And it is no longer yours to love.