Questions From a Young Girl's Heart

what secrets lie beneath your blue
as curious winds blow,
scraping our toes along the sand
we walk,
thoughts to ourselves

it was sometime in the summer
of my fourteenth year
the last time I remember

we sat at the counter
of some dingy airport cafe
your face, I can't recall
as I was just sitting there,
stunned and surprised

your eyes, they were sad
as you looked straight ahead
mixed with regret, perhaps
memories, maybe

every daughter needs direction
guidance
and love,
sweet words of wisdom
I had none

this emptiness prevails
sorrow overwhelms
on a good day,
and I?
press my way
toward parts unknown
and ill prepared for...

(ajs/3.28.11)