Slowly decaying.

Dear innocence,

Dear innocence,

Wherever you are, out there, floating along in this black and white mist of this world.

I'm sorry.

Sorry about not holding onto you.

For not keeping you safe.

Maybe,

Your still being held.

Held by the one with hands like Goliath,

And whiskey on his breath.

The one who held onto your limbs,

And ripped them away like the petals of a rose.

Your limbs,

Soft just like those petals.

Petals that have withered up and turned brown,

Petals that floated along the wind and landed in a bed of thorns.

Petals that stayed in the bed of thorns for years.

Years past, and I've searched for you...

I'm still searching for you,

Looking and listening for your innocent laughter.

Searching, for the pink water lily ponds that you loved to dance upon.

Searching, for the smell of cotton candy that you loved.

Sadly I've found toxic waste ponds,

And razor blades.

Razor blades that are coursing up and down your rose petal limbs.

I have yet to find you,

Yet to find out your journey.

I'm hoping this letter reaches you,

Way up in the sky.

Because I know that's where you are.

Floating on the wind like a child's lost balloon.

I'm sorry for not holding on to you tighter.

I'm sorry for not keeping you safe.