One day,
Or another perhaps,
We all lose the thing,
That we hold most dear.

You never realize,
What it is,
Until it is no longer,
In your hands.

The thought,
Probably never crossed your mind.
You were so sure, after all.
Why should you doubt it?

And yet here you sit,
Face dim in the flickering candlelight.
A heart full of questions,
A head void of answers.

The child you loved has died.
You have lost,
Your Innocence.

-Taylor Glenn Pritchard

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