Once in a while

We are lost in the woods

Or in the jungle made of metal and concrete

Lost like a child

We’re neither evil nor good

We are innocent, shameless, but also incomplete

There is a place

Where the lost children go

But it’s hard to know where it can be found

In their eyes, their face

Haunted by grief, it will show

You have to look inside to see where it is bound

In a child’s heart

In a black memory, on a blue day

Where our love became loss, only grief was left

It was a false start

Now I must begin again, in a new way

Through bitter woods, broken city, lonesome, lost and bereft.