He could see her.
The way her long hair
curled around her shoulders.
The way she walked,
seeming to always know
exactly where she was going.
The way her slender fingers
held the pages of books.
He could see her.
The way her shoulders sagged,
ever so slightly.
The way her laugh
always seemed a little too forced.
The way her eyes would twinkle
just for a moment,
before becoming dull once again.
He now saw her.
Surrounded by dirt,
forever asleep.
He now saw her,
no longer weighted by her thoughts.
She seemed,
peaceful.
