Buried Innocence

Where did she go? 
The girl with the smile whose length could run for miles. 
How deep did she go? 
How many layers of myself would I have to peel, to feel her skin? 
 
The girl who looked at life with soft eyes.  
Eyes not yet roughened from reality. 
The girl who could still believe in the fantasy of a happy life. 

I’ve heard so much about her. 
How she loved to dance and sing. 
How she was not at all shy to the world. 
 
One day I’ll muster the courage to introduce myself 
to the stranger that lives inside of me.

But it’s been so long I fear that she has already turned to stone. 
One day I’ll remember enough about her to write a proper eulogy. 
I would bring vibrant flowers that reflected her personality.
 
I would bring her a letter of apology
One saying, I am sorry for allowing myself to forget her 
and not giving the world a proper chance to meet her.

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