That Girl

I didn’t kill that girl,

That girl from years ago.

She is still alive,

But watches from afar.

I feel her presence when 

I am in love.

She’s next to me when

I am walking alone,

In our own private world.

She’s smiling when 

I wear feminine dresses and skirts.

She’s holds me when

I cry the same way I did

All those years ago.

She prays with me at night

To the moon.

She understands

And she’s not mad at me.