i saw myself, last night.
younger, kinder, smaller.
he looked at me with a fire
in his eyes i hadn't seen in
a good while, now.
he greeted me as an old friend,
aware of who i was, and
what it meant for us to meet.
i had so many things i wanted
to tell him, so many advices
i planned on giving.
yet, looking down at my own
eyes, i felt my mind blank and
my tongue heavy.
he asked me, time and time
again, questions i could
not bear to respond.
he wanted to know so much,
wanted to understand so
much.
there were no answers,
i could only ask of him,
in return.
'can you forgive me?', i knelt,
reaching out with cold hands
and cut lips.
there were no big speeches,
no moment of realization
or lessons.
'can you forgive me for turning
you into this?', i pleaded, pushing
out through curse and blood.
'can you find it within you
to forgive me for all the
sorrow i buried in our chest?
i know what you need now.
i know what you are now.
you are not a soldier.
you are not a hound.
you're just a kid.
you're just a kid.
you're just a kid.'
