By Kiana Ghahary
I remember when she had two hands
I remember when she laughed
I remember when we went to ballet, and
I remember it could’ve been yesterday
I remember her run and rush
I remember so much was unknown
I remember she was excited
I remember, her delighted
I remember her career
I remember when things were okay
I remember when nothing was between her and happiness
I remember less than I want, but
I still remember