What She Had

What She Had 

It's 4:15. 

I'm wide awake, 

picturing this scene 

while my heart aches.

Suddenly, I'm five 

with a cheesy smile 

happy to be alive 

and no trauma seen for miles.

She's running around; 

not running away. 

She may fall to the ground 

but knows she'll be okay. 

She has everything she needs: 

a dad, mom, brother, and love. 

Today, most of those are tangled in weeds, 

and it's painful to speak of. 

She haunts me most nights. 

I miss what she had. 

So, I write, 

In hopes of alleviating the bad. 

-Kamlyn

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