Sunday, April 11, 2010

Still Naive

But why would they?
All of them.
Toppled like ninepins.
How am I different, or how was I missed?
We started together,
All clean white and shining,
Courageous sweet sixteen, and never been kissed.
And now I glance backwards
To look for my comrades
And stop in my tracks and the tears freely flow.
Why didn't they tell me?
They knew I was there.
I'd have carried them through in my arms had I known.

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