A twinkle about her eyes,
a happiness and comfort of presence,
of thoughtful thoughtlessness,
of wanting to know yet never completely,
A memory I could cherish.
I see her walk with shattered confidence,
She asks me why I am here,
as words fall upon deaf ears, and everything remains lost to her.
She walks me out in silence,
We hug despite the distance,
it offers a warmth for the coldness we have created and, for a moment, her eyes offer regret and remembrance,
I smile sadly,
She leaves to forget.
And still I wish for her to remember,
that there was once good,
and she was different.
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