The Girl

THE GIRL

the girl that people wound

then wonder after wistfully

the girl that men love

lose

then wish they’d done the former

skipped the latter

the girl that doesn’t matter

until she’s the girl that knows whatever it is that you don’t know

but need to know

the laugh that goes missing

the hug not given

the smile that is lost

the girl that is trivial

until the trivial is all you can see

the one who will pick up the tab

pick up the crying baby

pick the broken pieces

pick up the phone

the one you didn’t bother to pick up

when she needed picking up

that girl

she’s gone