She Will Never See February

Silence.

Faint footsteps break
the cold, dark, air
a child.
a girl.

Falling up into the clouds
dusting through each
as though it were
nothing but
oxygen.

She's been searching for someone
or something somwhere
or an article of clothing
or maybe she's spending
her life doing the same thing
as i have for the past months
looking for someone who left
her far too back in yesterday.

Maybe tomorrow morning
her parents will find her
in her car, at the park
but in all honesty
they'll never see her again

She's stuck in a tomorrow
that they won't see for
quite some time to come.

She'll never come to see February
and she'll never see another Autumn
She'll never have another snowball fight
and She won't see the first Spring bloom.

All because she spent too long
searching for a face
that she had to wonder
"would those eyes find tears
if they lost me for good?"