I can tell you exactly
when the last raindrop dripped
from these swollen eyes.
After the rain,
The sun filters down
to this faded face.
Years of experience
washed away the innocence
that once was.
All the apple pie and
creamy thighs
will not repair
these wounded eyes
that, now, shield themselves
from the light
that begs me to
remember what
I once was.