I almost forgot, that you were a child.
With your youthful, mature face
And your sweet, sweet words
The determined glimmer in your eye.
I almost forgot, that you were but a child.
Yet as I look back, upon
The words, your words, which,
As children's do, sting, and hurt,
And pierce, through my fragile heart
Made fragile, by your love,
I realise. That you were a child also
And such actions, cruel as they are
Were but actions, of a child.
I almost forgot, that you were a child.
As I stare with wonder, upon
Your fiery hot passion, for that you loved
Your endless ambition, for a promising future.
I almost forgot, that you were but a child.
Yet as I recall, back
The way you played with me, the way
A child would have done so
With a loved puppet or toy,
I realise. That you were a child also
And such playfulness, unforgiving as it is,
Was but feelings, of a child.
I almost forgot that you were a child, and alas!
That was my fatal, most tragic mistake.
I took you as a grown-up, one who should've known better
It was my wrong; I should have been mindful.
And yet. Was it not your childish negligence,
Your childish ignorance, and your childish anger,
That brought ruin to this pitiful pair? Oh -
Do forgive my mindlessness, for I am also
But a child myself.
