do you miss how the sun would kiss you each morning
when you woke up and the birds were singing
and you were not yet afraid
you were not yet you
because I remember how you used to love picking flowers
and activities that resulted in grass stains
we were young but not yet full of sin
not to say that one can not remain pure
just that we were not trying hard enough to
and I hope when the sun rises tomorrow
or the day after that, and kisses your skin again
you will be able to remember why you love living
and all of the sadness
the anger, the pain inside of you
will melt away like the popsicles we used to eat

o.o.