She stares back with awe and surprise, wide eyes tracing your wrinkles. She never even had an inkling, that you are so close to demise.
Sunlight tangled in her fuzzy curls, playful grin dancing on her lips. She recalls how many hops and skips she did today, beating other girls.
She tells you of summer and the playground, where once you used to play yourself. She brags about her new bookshelf and all the great books that she’s found.
Her chatter slows down when she sees your eyes sigh. She asks how all this came to pass. And as she twirls a blade of grass, you suddenly hear yourself lie.
You don’t tell her of heartbreak and sadness, you omit all the pain and mistakes.Tell her not of the soul that decays. You just shrug and reply “life is madness”.
For a moment she hesitates, then knowingly nods “I hear you”.You lift up your arms for embrace, and as pity freezes on her face, all your hands touch is a mirror.
Gaya Ink 