Lost

3 minus 1.

Lost

Your eyes, my face.

A possible shed of laughter, yet not one in which we can see.

A form of physical perfection that the world will never hold.

Her emotional potential, endless.

A trigger of life, taken back.

Such little hands

Unforeseen potential.

The world’s loss, or hers

Inside the pain of our world

One in which she’ll never get to experience.

Ability to express depleted

Once alive, no more.

She is lost

We know this together.