Always

Yes,
I will always
want to write a poem.
Yes,
I will pray
whether I believe in God
or not.
Yes,
I will cry
as much in joy
as grief.
Pulling on my shoes,
not knowing
where to go,
I will go,
call to you,
please come out
and play,
before we disappear.
Before it all begins
all over,
and the only trace
of us,
is the laughter,
of our innocence.