i see poetry
in her eyes when
they glisten with fresh
tears forced out by
outrageous laughter
as she dances
in her seat

i see music
in her hair
in the way that
it bounce from side
to side shimmering
as she skips
through the halls

i see comfort
in her smile when
she scrunches
up her nose forming
small canyons for her
freckles to rest in
before she hides
her face from view

i see pain
in her hands wrapped
tightly around her
notebook pressed hard
to her chest blocking
her heart

i see longing
in her gaze as
her eyes slide around
the room looking
for someone
to slip through
her poorly constructed
defenses
for someone
to rebuild her
fractured heart