One day I noticed that Things didn't matter To her Anymore.
Not calories (Which she counted meticulously) Nor clothes (Which she scrutinized routinely) Not even Her hair (Which she fussed over ridiculously)
One day I noticed that The spark In her eyes Was missing.
One day I noticed Her sitting outside In the rain. Soaked but you could tell She was crying.
I asked her. She told me, she was trying to bring him back. She sat under that tree when it rained Because its where he first kissed me She said. She traced his kiss over her lips And tried to bring him back Through the power of her memories.
One day I noticed how often she laughed But so little smiled I asked her She told me. Her smile was taken By the boy who took her heart.
One day I asked her. She told me. He jumped, He was just looking up at the sky And then all of the sudden He was gone. Not a word, Not a cry.