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.