Oh! Cecilia, I'm aware that you can’t be alone. I know you're young and inexperienced, and you find comfort in tagging along with someone who knows all too well the evil of this world.
I’m aware that you chose me to tag along with. For I feel your presence with every breath I take. Every corner I take, you are there.
“Why are you here?” I ask.
“You tell me.” You whisper in your sweet, soft voice that rings through my ears and echos down my spine.
“You’re trying to get me to speak. I won't.” Your inexperienced eyes filled with disappointment makes me wonder how the two aspects could possibly be mixed.
You know something I don’t, oh, Cecilia. Or maybe I do know.
“Where did you come from? How can I get rid of you?”
I appreciated your early presence. The reminders you gave, the dangers you prevented. Such a small child handling such big responsibilities.
But you hurt me now. You’re here too much! When I sleep, when I talk, when I eat, when I breathe…
I can’t live anymore with you here.
Oh, Cecilia, who are your parents?
You have to go now, I’ve watched you long enough. Or was I ever at first?
I stare into your eyes. Beautiful and brown like mine — only yours are beady and innocent. My eyes filled with worry and yours filled with tranquility.
“What are you here for? What do you want? I shout
“I’m making a mistake,” I whisper. And a piece of you begins to fade away.
But then it stops.
And then I know who you are. I know why you're here. Oh Cecilia, your innocent mind and curious eyes, only exposed to a percent of my baggage.
“Go run and play,” I say with a droopy smile.
And as you leave, running with the sun in your face and your hair blowing in the wind.
I watch you, my eyes watery. Oh Cecilia, my sweet child.
And over time, although I knew the damage having you happy would do to me, for I NEEDED you gone. I let you go and run free.
And I slowly faded away.
