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I think on her often.
I love her yet she doesn't know it.
She is almost perfect to me.

I have her clothes but they don't fit,
I miss that shapely body.
Now she's been gone a long time,
In vain I tried to bring her back,
Maybe they will love her this time,
But she drifts further, alack.

I loved her skin when she was 11,
her mind when she was 9.
I loved her hair when 7,
Thick, yet wavy and fine.

Many things drove her away,
The many reasons why she's gone,
I know them yet I can't really say.
Things went right, more things went wrong.

I loved her zeal, her boldness, her fire,
I miss her crazy devil-may-care ideas.
Her dedication i can't help but admire,
her willingness to face her fears.

She seems all these things to me,
maybe she was not as smart or as fair.
But now I go to the mirror and see,
She is no longer there.