I saw her face posted on the news.
So many people said, “thought it was you”.
I looked in those eyes and saw her fate.
It was me — Same height, same weight.
Her presence weaves in and out memories
Across the hall, her curls bounce as she turns away from me.
She passes by to celebrate another year of my life,
A glimpse of a forever-youthful smile.
Same age, same classes, same fatal attractions.
Parallel paths with slight over lapses.
I could not sleep — why her and not me
What was the difference between her fate and my destiny?
I had life — so selfishly.
All the times I sought death.
Thinking my like was worthless
Dangling myself like bait because of other men’s problems, violence, and rape.
Because I felt damaged — waiting for a chance to escape.
Victimized but left alive . Why?
That summer seemed drawn out.
My heart was waiting —praying she’d be found.
Her bike path passed my apartment complex.
My heart beat out my chest
into my throat. Taken — so close to home.
They found her. I knew they would.
Three months too late buried in the woods.
He sought her out to have a nice time.
Bait and rape — a planned out crime.
She fought with his own knife.
Caught because he was hospitalized.
One less predator because she fought for life.
Her life saved mine — I’d been so blind.
Innocence can be taken but never virtue.
I now look toward the future.
No man could take that away.
I am blessed to live another day.
She will forever be in my heart.
The soul of a survivor plays an immortal part.