I think of your love sometimes,
and it makes me sad.
I think of your touch sometimes,
and it makes me sad.
I want to be over it,
need to be over it,
but I'm not.
And that makes me sad.
You make me sad.

Finally I am tall enough
To put those orchids
Beside your marblestone

The one with your face
Forever trapped
At the pausing of time

Child-like innocence
The sparkle in your eyes
Nothing's changed

But the world outside?
They've aged; I've grown
We're not the same

Soon you will be seventeen
We've come a long way
But your wonders, they'll stay

More often than not
I allow myself to be persuaded by reason
Though I occasionally give it a wide berth
For the sake of preserving the “sanctity”
Of reason itself
Is logic Human friendly
Is the answer to the above pertinent question ‘No’…?