She had a crack.
He noticed it,
When no one looked back.
But he didn’t tape it.
Instead, he looked,
To find a deep abyss
(Which she overlooked)
Of memories and bruises.
He just had to peep
Over the brim
To find a past so deep
That it surprised him.
He began to learn
Her childhood stories
Of a mother stern,
And her thick diaries.
With delicate dreams,
With innocent pranks.
But, now it seems
No one filled the blanks.
That she grew alone,
Amidst a crowd.
No friend her own,
No one of her proud.
Gradually, she shrank,
Away, into loneliness.
Her colors, sank
Faded into dullness.
But her crack had never sealed,
The memories, as new.
He knew she could be healed,
That she could fly as once she flew.
The healed crack
Left a scar
To remind her, back
Of a boy, now far.