My juvenile dress that I’ve long since donated to Goodwill.
Puffy eyes, mascara gone.
Cried off since the early afternoon.
A young life taken.
Death walking through our halls,
running his hands along the lockers.
Loss screaming so loud we cannot even
hear ourselves cry
I found solace in your parked car
outside of a Chipotle that night.
Your quick wit a comforting hug,
your fierce kindness a life raft.
I put sunglasses on even though it was 10 p.m.
and we laughed.
You brought me light on that dark day
and forever marked your name in my heart.
But that quick witted girl doesn’t exist anymore.
There wasn’t a memorial service to honor her.
You broke my heart when you let her fade away.
I gave away my daisy covered funeral dress
and with it my heart.
For my heart is with the fiercely kind, quick-witted girl.
Not this cruel, cynical imposter
who took her place.