When we
were younger
I asked Danny to take a
Picture of you when
You were at your most
B e a u t i f u l.
I was
Eight
And you were seven
He guided you into the
P o u r i n g rain
And told you to dance.
The picture is of you with your eyes shut tight,
Arms held above your head in
Reverence, fingers splayed in
Joy, telling the world you were happy.
I fell
h a r d.
