"Upon returning to reflection-

Once again Once again

-I worry on my deflection of the man I Once had been.

We knew each other well. While he pondered my sin he kept me just beneath his skin.

He often asked his God to make me go away, but to both of our regret I couldn't help but stay.

He was a veneer laid over me in youth and I tearfully peeled him off as we argued over truth.

Still I weep, for the love I had toward him was deep.

I still remember the pain we felt was in no way feigned and as we lay crying he was dying. I lost him prostrate on the church floor.

For the love I bear to the man I might have been I will care for those he loved though I do it in my sin."