Flickering lights reveal in my sight.
The concealed becomes clear.
And I fright.
Images were imaginations.
Memories turned into Pictures,
Only playing in my head.
You're not the person you were when you were 3.
But I wish you would be.
Time and moments apart,
Became our division.
How could I have let you go?
Now I see a flickering light,
It burns out and I don't see you anymore.
