Just another memory

There was this kid you see.
And his eyes, carrying me to the belief that one day,
He would be back.
I was a woman by then,
Yet another woman, working for that man was right behind me.
With the eyes of pity.
No, you've never loved a man like I did before, or a woman.
No, you've never defended God before, or the Devil.
No, you've never lost your voice in vain before.
No, you couldn't even carry my burden.
Why the look of pity?
No, not necessary.