Some days she laughed
and it felt like sunshne on my skin,
and when she smiled it smelled like sugar.
But some days she cried.
Oh, some days she cried.
And the car has never been so cold.
Her mother told her
"The world is your oyster," but
she said it felt more like an ocean,
she said she wished she bothered
to learn how to swim.
But I held onto her,
when the salt was filling her
ears, her eyes, her mouth.
I made sure that she wouldn't drown.
And I just wonder
when the water
got shallow enough
that she didn't need me,
that she didn't love me,
that she didn't need me anymore.