Never to reach you,
Probably never will
Who you are, what you do
Looks that truly kill
In the highest order
What reality remains
Take the snub upon the cheek
Forever live in vain
In the pathway that grows clearer now
Into the misty fog
Kindness of the subtle lies
To the hardened refrain
One who is
May always be
Gone away
In flight be free.

Sometimes setting free those we love is the kindest thing we can do.
x,
Becca
Yes,I agree Becca -all part of growing up…-sooner or later perhaps