Try It Anyway

I lost her somewhere between caretaking and Elmwood Avenue

The woman with dancing feet, spontaneous beach trips, and giggling pillow talk

She was supposed to stay, but I think she took a wrong turn at the altar

Went from partnership to mothering, straddling to directing

I lost her thrice

That survivor girl with long hair, level head, and taut skin

One day, I saw her approaching from afar

Slowly swaying, not quite skipping over the hill

On an incline she reintroduced herself

Stood center stage and belted out Sweet Honey in the Rock

Her feet made primal moves, stage left, singing "Christ, you know I love you"

She found me, we embraced in scaffolding, wearing a face not our own

She found me, in late night drives to magical places

Amongst new friends, welcoming arms

We became one woman again

A free woman choosing flight and honesty

Honestly, she's happier now than the last time I saw her

I tried to clip off hairs in hopes of heaven

Sleeping on a pull-out couch

Craving a shutter, stroke

Disappearance

I was engulfed in that spikey feeling

Tingling glass flaming up

Trying to find her, where has she gone?

Trying everything to be better

I think I found her, but she comes

And goes