It is days like this that make me wonder where you are now.
Days like this, when you would run barefoot through the grass,
Arms open wide and laughing in delight at the beauty of the world.
It is days when the sun is high in the sky that I think of you.

But I think of you when it rains, too.
I think of how you used to stare out of the window,
Watching the drops of rain run down the glass.
I think of you on rainy days too.

We are all porcelain dolls,
Living in doll houses.
So don't be alarmed if you end up with a few scratches,
Or a few cracks,
Because it is impossible to remain intact,
Through it all.

We
sat there
smoking cigarettes
at
5
in the morning