Little Girl.

I tried to write of pain today.
I started with the title.

I thought of you, then
and remembered the loss...
the phone call, the rain on that day.

The feelings then...
regret and confusion
anger and that perfect, past vision.

I put myself in your place for once
and forgave you for everything in a moment.
A world of wrongs were righted,
in the same second;
A world of wrong, served cold on
a plate of injustice.

The tears didn't come today.
No words of despair.
I couldn't get back to that moment sadness,
when we found out you would never be there.

Sometimes I feel guilty
for not still feeling the same.
For not crying, my heart-breaking
at just the sound of your name.

I miss you as much,
and wish you were here.
Wish things could be different,
and hope you are near...

But I see love, that you didn't feel
in the short time you were here.
I look at your life, and see a hero, I do.
What you left, when you left
was a clearer vision of you.

You mended some things,
that were never your fault.
You left beautiful lives, in
the wake of our loss.

I know you are whole, now
as never when breathing.
Watching, and holding us together.
Never leaving.