The Changeling

I want to dance where the children played,
barefoot with innocence
I hear I was a happy child
before love, loss, everything since
I remember that boy, he wore a smile
and his fingers were covered in pastel and chalk
Now I am something else entirely
I am the changeling that can no longer change
In sleep and dream I see the potential to be better
It is these dreams that haunt me
and stretch out the waking hours of my infinite sadness
to the longest hangover I have ever known.