I know more then most realize.
I understand far more then is expected of me.
Some things are cloudy...but some things are clear as day.

I remember the day.
I remember the moment.
That no matter what I'll never forget.
The dark twisted part of my mind keeps that memory safe.

It's unfair I know.
The past that won't let go.
One incident.
One experiment.
A joke.
A joke.
One...single...moment.

I stare out the window of the lighthouse.
My lighthouse.
To guide them home.
But...
Who will guide me home?

A questioning comment
I turn startled
She quietly remarks on the view
Saying what a beautiful sight
I stare at her
And slowly agree