On a cold evening, she is
A vision of summer, even though
The girl she reminds me of
Always seems to be
Dressed for winter.

When she smiles, it is
As though she is fighting
The sadness that has
Discoloured her soul.

I hope that it is not
As it appears to me:
That there has been no great
Regression into an adolescent life
From the woman she was
Going to be.

It is something I will never
Know: my life and hers are
Tangents that never quite
Meet.

And yet, still I care, even though
I don’t know who she is
Behind the downcast face and
The baleful eyes that
Always seem to look down.

Perhaps I merely hate the idea
That what I fear happens
To anyone, and so I wish
Upon wish that it does not.

When I see her, I see a soul
Heavily weighed down, and
Wish that there was something
I could do to
Lighten her burden.

10/26/2012

Posted on 12/09/2012
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