Is it mourning already?

written in June 1998

I cried inside when your halo fell off
the one I gave you many years ago --
Guess it just couldn't fit any more...
I tried in vain to put it back on
That wasn't right-- so sorry.

Where is he now --
the Innocent I first met?
Please tell me he's still there somewhere --
I miss him deeply.

I ask myself why it's so hard
for me to accept that you're human --
that maybe you needed to evolve that way
for the sake of survival --
The world is just that abrasive sometimes...

Still, I'm hoping you've kept him
somewhere inside you, and will
let me meet with him again.

Please tell me he isn't gone yet --