The
incredible sadness of the faded girl
still
tossing her hair, failing at catching
and running.
Tricking herself
into small
displays of youth
as she
trusts, in his eyes, she is still 30 years ago.
Turning to
smile, she sees
the side of
his face and his mouth, open
to say
something banal that reminds her she is grown
and the sparkles shine dimly in the bottom drawer.
Tossing the
day she stumbles,
catches
herself laughing,
feels again
the stab of joy,
shining in
her hands.