Innocence
The past cannot be turned innocent-
Pain will always be acknowledged in moments of solitude.
I can pretend that the present is not part of the aftermath.
Grasping reality as if it is still trying to let go.
At times turning around, expecting voices to guide me.
Fazed more by their absence than their old presence.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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