The sun's heat is slow as it trickles down my spine,
Sludging along with the hours who tick by, Busy and careless as they disappear-
Never seen again.
I knew someone like that a long time ago.
I can't quite remember, but I think
She had a smile on her face as she left.
As though she'd found all the answers to the questions in the sky
But would never spill such sparkling secrets
Onto our black pages.
I miss her.