WRITING & REALITY: Lost

Maybe it was left behind in tangled sheets, no backwards glance to notice it, no value given at the time to make it that important. Maybe it was hidden ‘neath the sofa cushions with the Catcher in the Rye I was not supposed to read. Could it have been lost before even that? No, naiveté is born and bred to overcome; here and gone a thousand times with learning. A feeling then, that lessened with the learning, emboldened by the doing, replaced with confidence. Knowledge good and evil produce the same result in this, a loss of innocence. One goes by name of guilt, the other by experience, but still the same.