Heavy and Weightless

of innocence

She's an illusory story by way of day,

A secret destined to be given away,

And in many cases stolen.

The thing is, she seems so golden-

But what's a fleeting satisfaction,

A fraction, of time spent with a woman

Who was always going to leave you?

She's sand slipping through trembling

Hands or weakened feet chasing

After someone the eyes can't see.

She's lighthearted giggling

And sunlight on your bare back.

But she will leave you before you

Understand just how badly you

Needed her to stay.

In that way, she's a curse!

A nightmare if you will,

And will you ever be able to replicate

The feeling she'd create?

Of course not because as soon

As she's one foot out the door,

She becomes an island.

This faraway place you cannot reach

And this is the lesson she teaches:

The loss of a thing whose

Importance was undervalued

And misunderstood.