In his Innocence, He asked me a question. When the words slipped out, I felt the first tear slip free. I felt the makeshift sling, The one my heart lay in slip away, I felt it tear away under the burden of my answer. I welled up not with anger, But with sadness and Envy. For I could feel no anger towards him. In his innocence he know not what he had done. And for that his downfall was his best quality. I wanted to tell him to hold onto that innocence, Because I know all too well When it's taken, it's ripped from our careless hands. I wished him luck; For him it wasn't the end it wasn't even the beginning of the end, But soon it would be the end of the beginning. So in his innocence I forgave him for bringing up those emotions I've been burying. In his innocence.