Her smile faded;
now you only see
her cry. She no longer laughs;
you only hear her
gasps.
You see the cut
through her wrist.
Not the bracelet
she used to wear. You want to see her smile;
so we know she's happy.
You want to hear her
laugh; so we know she's
having fun. You want to see her wounds
heal; so we could witness
something real.
