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I caught a
glimpse of myself
as I opened my
car door
yesterday

a face
I don't really
know
stared back at me

it looked eighty

bitter eyes
sharp lines in my
skin

a girl raped of her
innocence
I suppose

you know it's been
millions of years
since I've talked to you

I feel like you
died

let me feel the snow again
before I had to
sever you
from my side

let me hold your hand
the simplest things that
haunt me

let me pretend that
I don't really know the
truth

or better yet

let me
remember
the girl
under my skin
you
took away