can she still be here
if she never really was here?
my eyes skim over pebbles on the ground
i imagine they shift next to one another
to form her name in the dirt
my eyes skim over sticks on the ground
i imagine picking one up in my hands
to draw her name in the dirt
i do not rearrange the pebbles
i do not reach for the stick
but still, she was here in my mind
keeping me company as i watch the boys play
still, she was here
she was here.