Gone Girl, Gone

Sometimes, I see her…

I catch a glimpse of her in a devilish grin

Or an eyes wide open surprise

I feel her beneath the surface

Treading water, one frantic stroke after another

I sense her struggle, the loss of breath, the need for air

She’s still holding on..

She’s still here…

The girl who would always choose dare over truth

The girl who would skip across tight ropes without fear of falling

The girl who drove too fast, laughed too loud, and smiled too wide

I miss her….

The girl I used to be.

The one hidden away and tucked beneath the woman I became.