He thinks of her face

the first time they met

and of how the features of her skin and hair

have somehow since changed

…

He is familiar now

with the tones of her voice,

and tries to recall how she used to speak

in the very beginning

…

He tries to put her back together

piece by piece, according to his memory,

yet now she looks broken:

her parts not fitting right

…

In his search for who she was

she is, in his mind, standing in front of him

cracked, and slowly fading

silent

motionless

and smiling