A Child's Touch

Where has it gone... why does it leave? Innocence. A priceless shimmer in one's eyes... the smeared window that takes it's place. Gone. Forever. The laughter of a child, the glowing skin of a virgin, the fearless beating heart... all signs of innocence. A beaten child stares towards the earth, the first sexual experience dulls the skin and hollows out one's eyes and a broken heart dwells unmended in dismay. Is it just me and my perception... how deeply can one see into another? Perhaps we can't... maybe it's merely reflection. Either way, the result is the same... innocence is lost sooner or later and once gone, it shall never return. At that moment of departure, is it just a sensation... or can others watch it dissipate into the void? I lost my innocence long ago and taken others since... every moment scarred and every teardrop bleed. I saw it... they saw it. We all see it, but will we recognize the event and remember? Innocence. Far from a single experience... many times over can a new innocence be found and then lost. Some take without asking and some give without thinking. I wonder why so few value that precious innocence. To rip it from one's chest with no regard or apprehension... in essence is the same as casting it aside without merit. Not by deed, for the severity differs greatly... one heinous and the other foolish, but both measured by the lack of respect. Either for one's self or another. In an age where people flock blindly as lemmings, eager to shed their skin and innocence... who led this charge and why must we follow? We are but a series of moments and if those moments lose their meaning... then we lose ourselves. Ah, innocence. My sweet innocence... why have I forsaken you?