Reaching towards a past that isn't mine anymore. Looking to an uncertain future. Everyone won't notice the difference in me. They can't see the change. They can't see my new eyes. They can't see my scars that made the new me. They can't see my tear stains.
Sometimes I wish she was here. She knew what to do. She was so smart and very nice. I wish I could hold her. I saw her tears. The ones that everyone didn't see. I saw her pain that she hid so well. I knew what was wrong before she did.
Even as my vision blurs with tears, I know that even if she's buried in most senses. I still know she lives in me. Her glowing self shines a little through me. Even though I knew that she wanted it this way, I still cry for the lost me. May she forever be part of me.
