the hole

Your gentle childhood is shown through the window of my home. It is like a searchlight that pulls me into the night. I see your vulnerable eyes, I would not like to lie, so I'm honest as can be, I can only hope you see. And in the moments you are lost, I only wonder where you've gone. Come back please, I'd like to say. Come back before the end of the day. I hold onto you so tight that I lose my weary sight, and your hold is all I feel. My childhood revealed.