The last time I looked into your eyes
I saw nothing.

Now I look at my reflection
and fear that I see you looking back at me.

Betrayal does this,
Leaves us empty, our eyes searching,
hoping for something that can
erase the vision of the moment of breaking,
the moment when the world shifted and changed
and innocence slipped away.

The innocence returns
because it has to.
Because there is too much
worthy of seeing, worthy of being, worthy of feeling.
I await its return
knowing that each time,
it will be bruised
but still holding hope.

I dare to call this innocence
though by definition it can never return,
but I want to believe
that it is possible to see
with eyes full of hope again.