Growing up...

Helpless, they fall

as did I,

but now-

in all my numbness

there lies

a certain silence

born of omniscience-

a tacit reconnaissance

that knows,

wants and trusts,

yearns for and

seeks none...

but you.

Do me a favour

and do them justice

for they still gather

in ready submission,

in eager admission

of what they've always

known, wanted, sought.

Won't you fight

just for love

as I love fighting

these sorry tears?