I miss her.
The girl who loved living.
The girl who twirled
because she could,
and who danced for the
people who couldn’t.
The girl that turned heads
because people saw the sparkle of life
in her eyes,
and the sunflowers
in her soul.
I miss the girl that people loved,
and that loved people.
I miss the girl
that played music as loud as she could,
and laughed for no good reason.
I miss the girl
who would cry with others,
and make people better.
I miss the girl that looked at things
through a rose-colored lense,
and smiled.
Who looked forward to
the rest of her days.
I miss the girl
that loved herself,
and her body.
Who felt no guilt.
I miss the girl that lived,
and enjoyed it.
I call back to her,
But she was swallowed by herself.
Floated away like a dandelion
Blown apart by others.
I call back to her,
but she is not to be found.