She was me
I look at her now and I know
I know others do not see her
I miss her often
But she was me
I cried her tears
I walked in her body
I kissed with her lips
The liquor that burned her throat was mine
I saw with her eyes
I laid beside his sleeping body with my own
She was me
I only see her in photos now
Photos that stung my eyes
Photos that put a lump in my throat
But she was me