It’s the worst kind of sad
It’s staring down at little feet in little white shoes
It’s being the little girl you cannot see
You cannot see her because she’s you
But you know she wears the black red cardigan
You cannot see momma but she’s there
She’s there holding the little girl’s hand
The little girl is you but you cannot be her
You know too much
You pity her
But she’s happy
So you let her be
You watch her
She looks at the tree with pink flowers
It is by grandma’s house
You know she will forget where the house once was
But the tree, she will always think of the tree
You feel her sticky hands
Sticky from fisting candy in it
You want her to laugh so bad
Because you don’t remember it
But she doesn’t
She tries to put her head through the balcony railing
She’s happy looking through the bars
Somehow it feels quiet
She doesn’t know yet
It will be her mind’s happy place