Crystal

I met her when I was twelve. And I've known her ever since. She stood there looking out at the endlessness Her summer dress fluttering in the wind Her red curls sweeping across her pale face And her eyes didn't blink. She stood alone on the rock High up, over the blue seas Watching the fiery waves crash beneath. She looked unperturbed And at peace Her heart was frozen So it could hold on dearly What all that mattered And let not anything else Touch that wounded self That survived the scars of three decades. Her name was Crystal. She was only thirty. As I walked through my life I wondered about her We met sometimes at the strangest roads Sometimes, as if she was but a reflection Of myself, of everything to follow. And at times, I ran away, Hoping she was just a figment of my imagination. I met her when I was twelve And I saw her standing on that rock. That now stands alone. And I am thirty.