it wasn't her real name
but she liked it anyway
she had a favorite fraction
which happened to be 2/3
but could never decide on a color
she never slept alone
that is of course if you counted her
stuffed bears, leopard, elephant,
dogs, horse, bat, fish, butterfly, walrus,
koala, snake, frog, lizard, cow, orca,
and various books, but only, I repeat,
only one pillow, she claimed too many pillows crowded her
like any person she had her off days,
weeks, minutes, and hours
but she was usually cheered up by some close friend
who knew her weakness, which was spicy food
this girl talked to trees, plants and anything furry
but sometimes had problems with the male of her species
she had a scientific mind, creative soul, and a wild nature
so she was sometimes hard to swallow
but she could cure anyone of the blues
she always dreamt of flying
and on a very lonely day
almost tested her wings,
but she refused to be broken.
she had a big voice, but a big heart too
and it would sometimes shine in the rain
for that was when she danced
and when her heart bloomed the rest of her would shine
this girl was a dreamer
she would dream of laughing and flying
even talking with the male of her species
she knew, deep within her hidden heart
that such magics would come to pass
and there was a fear that lived deep inside her
that told her that the dreams had died
this girl would sit outside
waiting for the stars to talk
but she always found her answers in their silence
for many answers are found in the dark
perhaps she had read to many books
that promised happy endings
she often found herself waiting for her own
Bob would remember her childhood
when she was immortal
and a daisy held the truth about love wrapped within
it's petals
when she was six she promised herself
that when she was older she would not cry for no reason
like adults often did, but only when she was hurt
but little did she know that being an adult often hurt
Yes, I once knew a girl named Bob
and she was once a very good friend
but I lost her one day in a crowd
and haven't seen her since
maybe all those people pushed her away
not liking a girl with that name
or maybe she found herself surrounded by others that needed her help
she loved to see people smile, and crowds don't do that often
but maybe, if you ever see her, tell her hi for me
and that I miss her terribly, she left an emptiness in my laughter
when she left that day
and tell her, if you would, that without her, the face I see in the mirror
is simply not my own
LBW
8/12/99 (Finished)
