Take a moment now
to remember every shimmering, moth-eaten detail
about her face.
When you look into the mirror, can you see her better?
A little glass cleaner ought to cleanse away
all the smears and smudges.
Who was she?
Where did she come from?
--(what does that even matter?)--
Tell her about all the times she
laughed so hard that cried
and all the times she cried so
hard, she laughed.
The great contradiction, and what a trickster is
that fighting tear.
So tell me, do you see her now?
Don't say it's too late to smile
Because you know that would
make me a liar.