Dear Mia,

You've changed.

And its not just how you look,

Though you look beautiful,

Even more so than I remember.

You've straightened your hair,

And I miss your tangly mess of curls.

You've cut it short, too.

A short pixie cut,

Now I can't brush your hair back behind your ear.

Your glasses are gone,

Replaced by contact lenses.

You hated those,

They made your eyes itch.

You're hanging around them now,

The people you swore you'd never get involved with.

I see you behind the doors of the detention room,

I've heard harsh words leave your soft crimson lips.

A permanent frown,

Is all I ever see.

And I can't help but think,

How much I want to make you smile.