the child that I was

the child that I was
looks at me from the other side
of the abyss.
there are no bridges back to his
tantalizing smile,
his gaze is pure and humanized
like I cannot be anymore,
by his absolyute trust and surrender.
And I look at him, from my hardened shore,
grey and ashen here,
green and hazy there.
He soon becomes distracted
and runs back, playful, into the mist.
I think his mom is calling him
and he disappears, leaving only
a reminiscent glee,
the one you're most likely to hold dearest
to the heart.