A year had passed since I saw her.
I couldn't help but think of her
Every passing day.
Something inside me willed her
To return, though I knew she
Never would. Some days I wondered
If the whole thing had been in my head
Like I once thought it before. I wondered
If I had imagined things. But the
Reminder of her rose lips
Told me I had not been dreaming, not imagining.
I often thought about going to her
If my life would've been sacrificed to be with her
Again. I thought about the fact it took me
Only seconds to fall in love.
Slowly I drifted from home,
Away to start my life, and
When I opened the front doors
Of the school I'd study at,
A girl I'd never met
Stood in the center of the room.
She had hair the color of honey
Eyes a warm gray and
The world spun around me.
My breath caught in my throat
And I could not help but dream:
Was it her?
I took slow steps toward the center
Of the room.
"Have we met?"
She asked softly, in the
Warm voice I remembered.
She looked deeply into my eyes and
I could only stare.
"Owen," I whispered.
She jumped back
Her rose lips curled into a smile,
"I love that name."
I couldn't help myself-- I whispered,
"I bet I know your name."
She looked at me, confused, and
Before I could tell her she whispered, "Lily."
I smiled, and though I knew it wasn't truly her
I imagined her as the girl I met in my dreams
The girl who was truly Lily and not Eci
The girl who had not killed herself
But loved life.
And I knew I could go on again.