I long for the lost innocence
of a curious child
when songs of love
made me laugh and made me smile
rather then cause
a thousand tears to fall
unbidden from broken eyes.
I long for the lost innocence
of a curious child
when love was uncomplicated
that of a mother to her child
and from a child to her mother.
Not this hybrid monster.

I long for the lost innocence
of a curious child
when the only hurt was physical
from some bump or tumble
from the playground swing.
Not this inner torture.
I long for the lost innocence
of a curious child
when the only tears wept
were those of laughter and joy
Not these angry tears of hurt and betrayal.

I long for the lost innocence
of a curious child
when everything was simple
not complicated and hard
without this fickle master
that they call love.

I long for the lost innocence
of a curious child
when boys were merely playmates
in games of chase and tag.
Not complicated ingredients
in games of grown up love.
I long...
I long...
I long...
Forever Curious.