"She was alone except for the earth."

It was supposed to be a poem.

It was supposed to be about a girl named Jamie. 

On Friday afternoons, there were dances in the gym.

Jamie danced, barefoot, by herself.

I dance like a jewel in the melting.

That was the caption, under Jamie’s picture in the yearbook.

After high school, she moved to the Northwest.

She met a man and married, they had a cabin in the woods.

They argued over something.

Jamie left without her shoes.

She was alone except for the earth.

It was supposed to be a poem.

She was supposed to be a jewel in the melting.