Look What I Finally Saw

I'm flipping through old pictures in a half-packed room. The girl in every frame could

burn the dark in bloom. Wide tooth smiles, sunlight eyes, you swear she

never cried. But I know what lived inside her that she never let outside.

Back then, I thought the glow was youth or summer skin. Thought confidence was

something I just happened to be in. But every year you drifted,

something colder moved into. And that girl in all those photos started fading

out of view. I didn't lose it, you took it first.

My smile kept the secret long before it ever hurt. Look what I