I stumbled upon a photograph.
A childhood memory,
A vault of innocence,
A scene of another century.

Those eyes, oblivious to deceive,
A toy brimming my hands.
Contentment overflowing my body,
Standing on the happiest stands.

Nostalgia over took my mind,
I can’t ever be that happy again.
No matter the role,
Not as foe or as a swain.

I hope I find something that gratifying,
As that toy in my hands.
Something I can wrap my world around,
To cherish and love till the ends.