Yellow Chucks and Colorful Bracelets

I feel like I’m losing

Who I am;

I feel like she’s slipping away from me, one

Comment at a time, one

Heartless joke, one

Unmeant, 

Unfelt word, one

Refusing to care, one

Tired and stupid complaint

At a time;

She’s walking away from me, her

Yellow chucks and short hair, and

Her value of little things and

Of time, her

Genuine laughter lingering

In the air but never quite

Reaching me;

She’s got braids in her hair, and

Colorful bracelets on her wrist, and

She’s dancing to Girl Just Want

To Have Fun;

Her poetry’s with her, tucked

Into pockets and still glowing yellow, and

Her watch still makes her think of metaphors

When she looks at it;

I’m trying to chase her, much

Like when a child chases

The clouds, much 

Like how I keep trying to run

From my emotions;

She’s walking away, and

I can’t catch up;

I’d like her to come back,

Please.