she twirls her hair around her fingers
and tries to remember why she’s here.
she’s staring out the window
and smiling that empty smile
you love so much.
how much longer until she slips-
slips past blurry photographs
and downcast eyes?
you hold her hand
and promise everything will be alright, love.
but she’s running from things you cannot see
holding-
holding onto something that has no name.
why can't you just let her go?
can't you see?
Can’t you see-
what she’s running from?