She smiled like it was
the end of the world, she did,
sadder than a wet clown.
"I remember you," she said.
"You used to play with
the other boys, pretending
to kill each other." I couldn’t
see my own grin when she
said that — I remembered
her, too: she was that voice
in my head back when I
was lost, helping me to find
myself just where I was.
