I’m looking for this girl
I didn’t hold her tight enough

She wore adventures on tattered jeans
And broken-in leather boots

She bore the sparkle of her mother’s eyes
And the intensity of her father’s gaze

Her skin the color of afternoons in soft haze
Softly scarred by summers and swings

The girl who suspended hours in moments
Whose touch only I am familiar
Whose embrace calmed my spirit

The girl with the perfectly crooked smile
That smelled of cinnamon and dandelions

She enchanted me with beautiful thoughts
Why didn’t I hold her tighter