I Remember

She sounds so down lately,

As if her voice box gave up on her;

But I remember how she used to laugh,

And how her eyes went all small when she did.

She looks so pale and gray lately,

Like she hasn’t been fed in so long;

But I remember her all red and glowing,

And how jaw-droppingly gorgeous she was.

She is seen in the streets so less lately,

That her neighbors thought she wasn’t home;

 But I remember her riding through the streets,

And that silly bell of her bicycle.

She seems so silent lately,

That she doesn’t even bother to explain herself anymore;

But I remember what a fighter she was,

And how none could ever defeat her in a round of debate.

She talks a lot about death lately,

That it gives me chills through my skin;

But I remember how optimistic she used to be,

Her death would be a beautiful waste of talent.