Her for Her
Evie
I never even knew her name
Her middle name, it had meaning behind it.
The one her parents didn’t change,
To keep history.
I thought I would someday,
Along the way.
That keep her personality.
Of fake fier hair.
That changed,
Quicker than her size
Molding legs to perfect angles.
I never knew why.
Why every door opening,
Why every light turning on,
Why every voice,
Made her jump.
Crinkling the edge of dark shirt.
Long to cover slices,
Longer to slender self,
Balling up fraying edges.
Fists small for her body.
Knuckles frail.
I never understood
Understood how much was missing
Until she disappeared,
Lost in my past,
Covering my brain.
Folding in upon itself.
Collected into snapshots,
And mismatched conversations
Of dead friends, unplanned.
Never will be reorganized,
To cope with loose pieces In our
But pain stained mind