The last time your light shone bright and true
we were three years old.
Then the demons came into our tiny world
and your light began to dim as mine sparked.
Slowly but steadily,
I lost you.
Laughter, love, wonder and safety,
melted away along with your glow.
The year we turned eight
I felt you slip away,
into the ether.
I was born too soon in order to save us.
Innocence rarely survives what he did to us
and if it does well,
it's broken in a way that only births new demons.
I couldn't let us become the very thing
that killed you.
but I had to let you go.
Even though we were suppose to grow old together,
it was the only way to survive.