lost:
happiness
chapped lips,
little crooked teeth,
always smiling.
last seen eating ice cream,
dancing to backround music,
chocolate dripping down her chin.
if found:
please tell her
i miss her.
i dont dance
anymore.
I can point to the very first time
I felt alone in a crowd.
I was eleven.
it was summertime and
my thoughts tasted sour,
and I remembered being confused
because befoe then
they had always been sweet.
it was like dipping my toe
into a pool of sadness,
oblivious to the fact
that I would soon be submerged.