I can't find her.
She's gone off to wherever she goes.
I've looked most places, but no one has seen her for a while.
I know she's still here though.
She'd never leave without saying a goodbye.
Not in a sea of drunk laughter in the kitchen.
Not in the messy half hearted conversations by the door.
Not in the sweaty dance circles in the living room.
I found her.
She was in the bathroom.
She's practicing her smiles.
She's realigning lines of worry.
She's pulling out grey hairs.
She's telling herself it'll all be alright.
She's filling in the forgotten spaces between people.
She's moving through the fading shadows of others.
She's trying her best to stay, but it's hard when she feels out of place.
For now, if you look for the small moments, that's where you'll find her.
