Her smile as radiant could be But her cheeks sagging like a fallen tree Her eyes sparkling like a fiery sun But she strained under the light of her phone Her nails painted like somber rubies But her hands shriveled like dying leaves Her shoes slick as sin But her feet showed glacial blue veins Is she trying to hide it? Or does she just not care? Is it all a show? Or does she just not know? Did she not realize when time passed her by? Or did she run past, into a time all her own? One where she sets the rules - where she hasn't grown at all She stands right where she wants to be, At the corner of yesterday and tomorrow And when Father Time chases after me, I hope to meet her there
