She was two inches away
I ran
Leaving the gaze
between eyes
and the golden locked hair
she learned to let dry
as a girl in high school.
The eyes used to be hidden behind glasses
and the hair frizzy and blow dried.
We sat across from each other
on that first day of school.
Three years later, I ran.
Someone was looking out for me.
Now a picture of that curly locked hair
frequently flashes into my mind.
That picture is distressing and peaceful at the same time.
The hair is parted in the middle covering both ears
and all coming back together
neatly tied up with a scrunchie behind her neck.
Her face is defined by her cheekbones.
She is innately skinny,
most apparent in the space
between her cheekbones and her jaw
Where now she smiles.