There she stands
and there she cries
with her Mona Lisa smile
She loves the way
her blisters leave
skin on the bathroom tile
Each route that she
has taken holds
a highway in her heart
An intersection
in her mind
another working part
She loves the older
polaroids
she loves her box of pins
She loves her worn out
tennis shoes
she loves her happy sins
For each of them
holds something sweet
elusive, sharp, and quick
She tries to grab on
with gentle claws
but the memory's too slick
And desperately
she'll take a breath
she'll chase after that ghost
That frozen picture
of frozen friends
in times that meant the most
But it's far too fast
and nothing lasts
that piece of time is gone
It's sunken down
it's underground
was buried with the dawn
So giving up
it will slip her mind
and a happy song she'll sing
Tonight she'll pray
to a higher God
that she doesn't forget a thing.
