when i picture her now i can see her smile
it’s not in her mouth but in the part of her that’s wild
in her eyes
in her dress
in her hands when she talks
in the volume of her voice
in her skip when she walks
it’s in her love and her laugh
in the confidence
she used to pathe her own path
and right now if given the choice to ask
she’d look in my eyes, voice matter of fact
and i’d hear the words
“what happened?”