Do you remember? I remember.
The bitter sting of an adult’s hand
A punishment for a crime you had no concept of
The things that once were delicious somehow now taste wrong
Like a betrayal of what once was.
The wanting of wanting
The need to be a part of something
But never able to
Do you remember? Tears?
A sadness indescribable yet real
Something deep within you breaking
And not knowing why.
You and I both remember, mistakes
The pain that comes from embarrassment, humiliation, and shame.
A dropped glass, the wrong words spoken, or even no action at all