Finding those letters
Rereading every one
Unfolding those old scraps
Living them like they just begun.
She finds herself looking
Each word, another spark that kills
She stays awake to read
But she never gets what she wills.
She wants it back
At least one more glance
She trades her young soul
With no guided goal
A reasonable toll.
Her allegiance is tragedy
Blind shadowing the boy next door
Destined for abnormality
She won't listen until she's sore.
Even though it hurts her
She can block out her own torture
She can't feel it through the blur
Her persistence, like a marcher.
But still
She wants it all back
At least one more glance
She trades her young soul
With no guided goal
Like waves, her pride rolls.
