that light with the smile,
that heart to be proud of.
I think I forgot how she spoke and how she loved.
I think I forgot where her gaze was--above.
I began to think so
when I was looking at some old pictures.
They made me yearn for her,
made me miss her.
Where did she run off to,
and when did she go?
I guess I thought I'd be the one,
among anyone, who'd know.
But no, she left
sometime in the past,
and I can't recall
when I saw her last.
I can't remember
when she made the switch
from full throttle forward
to stuck in a ditch.
But here I am now,
with a realization that she's gone,
and to be honest, I feel jilted,
left bruised and alone.
Without who she was,
I'm just a lame, old girl
with no dreams or aspirations
or good future in this world.
So I must search hard to find her,
and urge her to return.
Though I don't quite know how,
I pray that I'll learn.
