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I caught a
glimpse of myself
as I opened my
car door
yesterday
a face
I don't really
know
stared back at me
it looked eighty
bitter eyes
sharp lines in my
skin
a girl raped of her
innocence
I suppose
you know it's been
millions of years
since I've talked to you
I feel like you
died
let me feel the snow again
before I had to
sever you
from my side
let me hold your hand
the simplest things that
haunt me
let me pretend that
I don't really know the
truth
or better yet
let me
remember
the girl
under my skin
you
took away
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