You hide it well
In the lining of your hair:
All the troubles
Built up in there.
With *******
You run them off
But I don't see you
Letting go.

I remember you
Only six years old
With a bow
And black leather shoes;
A little dress
Down to your knees
Is how I remember you
But when your eyes
Finally met with mine
You were full of energy
And it was beautiful.

Time was never kind enough
To let me keep you in my arms.