Someone I'd Known

I knew her back in high school. She was
One of those nearly anonymous girls.
Her hair was long. Her face was freckled.
She was in my Spanish classes sophomore
And junior years. I liked her. She
Never filled me with longing, and,
Honestly, I didn't give her a thought
In those years which ground past, slow
And glacial, pushing aside what had been
In favor of cold and pointless forward
Movement, until I heard her name in
The news. A picture was posted. She
Didn't look good. Her eyes were sunken.
Her hair was limp and bleached. It
Appeared as if she was one of those
(And there were actually quite a few)
Who'd slipped some rungs down
The ladder of affluence from their
Parents' tidy houses into poorly-
Built apartments, maybe drafty mobile
Homes, and she'd taken up with a shady
Guy, who treated her badly and finally
Killed her. If I hadn't recognized her
Face and name, I probably would have
Shrugged. Beaten down people die all
Of the time, but I knew who she'd been.
I remembered her smile, and I suddenly
Started to cry.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-25 at 23:41

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