Yesterday, I saw June,
Waltz by in dazzling shades of blue,
I almost thought she looked nice,
That was a while before I saw her eyes,
Withdrawn and lost,
And her puckered lips,
Did little to give her face a lift,
My heart sunk,
What went wrong?
In that moment, I discovered one truth,
She may never be the same without you.
© The Short Black Girl, 2015.