I Think I Forgot.

I think I forgot who, indeed, she was,

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.