There's one picture missing from the wall.

It's the one that matters.

There's one face that's not in the crowd.

It's the one everyone's looking for at the funeral.

Where is she?

The whisper rises up

Like the perfume off her hair

On a prodigal ray of sunshine.

She's not not there,

And she will never say why,

And everyone postulates a theory.

Everyone postulates. 

But in the wind, I hear her voice

Like an echo from the hollow.

"Nevermind....Nevermind...."

-jenn