for some time now
i have seen your face
in glimpses between
the interstices of my
nerves

you have been through
too much sorrow for any
girl your age to ever
have to survive, or
endure.

i remember how you used
to be so bubbly and sweet.
i mourn for you now in the
dark hours between dusk and
midnight.

your father was the first
to ever get me to try a
mushroom. i hope jenny
thanks him for me when she
arrives.