The memory never leaves
of what they left behind.
The grief and sorrow
the bitterness and blame.
The memory never leaves
of what they did that day.
The humiliation and pain
the degradation and shame.
The memory never leaves
of what they took away.
No longer naive, sheltered or pure
No longer innocent, safe or sure.
The memory never leaves
no matter how hard I try.
It will haunt me until I die.
By Maple 09 Oct 1998
Last updated 17th January 1999