Innocence


The golden sun shone down
upon two small faces and hands
as they smirked mischievously
at the camera aimed their way.

The two spared each other a glance-
one that sent a short, sweet message.
In sync, two pieces were stolen
of the scarlet watermelon lying on the table.

A bite was taken,
a flash went off,
four smiling eyes were captured,
one memory was saved.

I look back upon that photograph,
reminiscing our childhood,
wondering what went wrong.
Wondering what happened to the good times,
the ones filled with innocence and joy.
The ones where our hearts knew no darkness.

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