Where I Found Her Again

There she was.
Not in a memory, not in a dream—but somehow right in front of me.
Barefoot, smiling like the world hadn’t touched her yet.

And I didn’t know what to say.
So I told her the truth.

I think I lost your smile somewhere on the way here.
She wasn’t upset. Didn’t ask why.
She just held my hand and said—

Then find the place you left your light.

I don’t know when I stopped being her.
But I know I’m not done becoming her again.

—Angela
the voice beneath Daughter, Unwritten.