I
can still envision
the
tiny green flecks
in
her alluring brown eyes.
I
remember how the summer sun
always
brought out the highlights
in
her strawberry blonde hair
and
made a few small freckles
visible
across her nose.
I
still recall the beauty marks
she
had on her back
and
the small scar on her left wrist
from
crashing a dirt bike
when
she was eight years old.
I
can still see
the
pronounced detail of her collar bones
flowing
gently into the curves of her shoulders
I
can remember almost everything about her
except
for her voice.
I
can no longer remember
what
her voice sounds like
and
that makes me sad.
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