She looked so sad, so lonely,
Like she had been left by her one and only.
Feeling alone, alone against everything,
The horrors she saw, the horrors she'd seen.
What might be, what has already been,
Her head in her hands, how she needed a friend.
She shook solemnly, she wiped her eyes,
So sick of the torment, the childish lies.
She longed for his voice, mostly his touch,
She had gained so little, and lost so much.
I longed to help her, tell her I'm here,
But I knew how she would be afraid,
     and I didn't want her to fear.
So I kept to myself, quiet as can be,
She reminded me of someone else, someone
     with a lock, and no key.
I heard her sniffles, I heard her cry,
I felt her pain, and then I felt her die.
Now nothing but a body, no heart, no soul,
She fell into loneliness, the deep black hole.

©1998 Heidi Lacy


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