It is a collection of
Words, an image on a page, that
Can never embody what it meant to know her.
Thirty lines used to stitch life
Into someone, I once knew.
Friend, daughter, sister, mother,
Addict and my family.
Black and white replaced the laugh,
Nights spent talking through the vent,
And winters spent making snow
Angels. In its place remained an
outline of someone I did
not know. I would not know her.