he said it was something like a sparkle
a spark
lost or burnt out somewhere along the way
think i misplaced my match
i could knock rocks together to make fire
but then there is all that noise
something like a charisma
a chasm
fallen down into it
i can yell echos down
never hearing anything in return
he said it was something like a mischief
mistook for maybe just confusion?
a moment
caught amongst the history pages
i wish there were digital cameras in my brain
so i could remember that girl
sleeping somewhere under there
napping with a gray weathered quilt
waiting for sunlight to come
unafraid even then
and now
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