I have tried
I have cried
My heart has wept
My hands have grown weak
My brains have run out of comfort
They can only see and not say
Not a word is left to dry her tears
I’m only left to listen to her cry here
Her voice has turned to be my lullaby
I have nothing to give but just still try.
Her cheeks have grown pale,
Her eye lashes have not closed ever since,
She is always cursing herself,
She thinks it’s her fault she was chased out of her own shell.
She misses her post but it’s already on sale.
She came and bent by my desk and left a note
She left hissing silently and hastily
She couldn’t look at me even for a second
She had lost her all-time dream job.
Now she only plays with kids toys,
She hates her phone,
She listens to trees sway and not music play
She loves watching birds swim and not herself singing on the mirror
She misses the bulls eyes on darts
So she prefers throwing stones in water
She has grown thin in her interests
She only wants her room and herself
Food stays for days before it’s eaten
Bathroom has been her hideout
A place she stays and washes off her pain
I’m worried about her
But…
What I’m I supposed to do?
What I’m I supposed to say more?
What places will she love go to?
What perfect images do I need to show?
To regain her old lost self
I miss her.
She’s dying, slowly.
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