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.