Strolls down the memory lane.

For the lack of R,

Shadows create fear in the innocence
And he was there to protect with his firm hand.
And that was all she wanted,
His comforting hand giving reassurance.

Innocence had passed and given way to reality
And she couldn't find the comforting hand anymore.
Maybe the hand had accompanied the innocence
And left a deep void within her.

Years passed, people tried their best
To fill the void.
She made it seem like a healed wound,
But deep within the burning ache never receded.

Throughout these years, the burning consumed her,
But she was able to get out of it.
Yesterday, the sight of those hands consumed her,
The burning dwelled within longer than ever before.

She beckoned Sleep to take over her.
Finally in the hazed mix of reality and desires,
She felt the comforting hand envelope hers
And the burn within her lightened to a pleasant warmth.

The moment faded away in a fraction.
She jolted back to reality.
Her thumping heart was feeling too many things.
She had finally found comfort amidst the burning and warmth.

Throughout the years, she had fallen back to rationality for assurance.
Tonight, she fell back to the sliver of hope deep within.
Even if those comforting hands weren't present in person,
She held on to the memory created within the haze of Sleep.