a certain sadness burns through my eyes.
a whimpering sadness, a child ignored.
the child sits in a well-lit corner.
still, shoulders hunched,
arms around each other.
teary-eyed, she looks up to me,
i am apologetic, but i don't speak,
lest i blurt words that won't comfort her
and words that won't lessen my guilt.
she waits for an answer.
i kneel, conscious of my knees
grinding against the concrete floor.
the spotlight shines in her eyes,
reflected in tears
glinting along my eyelids.
my hands are trembling. i reach,
and enclose her in my presence.
i hush her with these words:
"i am sorry. terribly sorry.
to almost forget you
and remember you at the same time."
this is my tribute to you,
my little child,
my poetry ignored.