a boy and a girl
play together in the dark.
he is the knight
she is the princess.
he holds her hand
and she is no longer afraid.
the sound of their laughter
cannot be feigned.
their world is real
truer than ours
because at that moment
they believe.
their faith is real
withstanding even
the challenge of time.
he is strong, tall, a handsome man
she is a vibrant girl with intelligent eyes
the two are still holding hands.
the harshest lesson:
he looks away,
empty spaces between her fingers remain.
some flowers only bloom once
a love as rare
and red and true but too fragile.
now stagnant water
drips in the darkness.
listen, somewhere alone
a woman quietly sobs
her scarred hands
hiding her wizened face...
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