The Time Traveler Me

I went to the oldest part of my memory
found a tiny girl drown into ditch
by her own imaginary friend
mom brushed her body not so gently
watered her with tears
of self pity

The next dusk I went again
- with a devoted yearning
saw the same lil girl, sitting beside
a fan of folk song who didn't sing along
she wore her favorite navy shirt, pony tailed hair
her language was limitless to utter
love for the man, so
she looked at anything behind glass
delivering truth to the air

two pieces
both are in war
hatred or fan-girling
I am no more a worshipper