what invariability,
my little friend,
my eternal lover
where has gone your hair?
where has gone your smile and your innocence?
have they gone along with your life?

they are behind the door,
in the dark hall,
your aching soul rebuked you enough,
grief and pain watched me through the window

i saw the blood,
i saw the fear and the uncertainty,
i saw your pretty face, little girl,
i saw me

the last tear I shed healed your wound.

-ari