Before

How was I before this?

 Contentment of the child is of ease

The simpleness of that delight astounds me now

This unfair point of reference

How is the world to compete

Your allure betrays convention

It is not in the written world

The humanism of you alludes the rest

The schematics of man pale beside you

This unfair point of reference

The food cannot taste as it did

The morning's light cannot shine as it did

The laughter inorganic, a falsehood now

This dullness prevails wherever I go

You turn up in each corner of the world

But in a fashion of a black and white film

How the wind shrieks with nostalgia

How was I before this?