She always smiled in her pics
She held purses with nothing inside,
Wore shiny sunglasses that
Covered her eyes.
They saw her and they liked her.
They called her, they winked at her.
She giggled and walked away
For she constantly looked ahead.
Didn’t see her pulling her sleeves,
Hiding her tears, chasing away her fears.
Didn’t ask her to show me her irises.
Didn’t tell her to seize my hand tightly.
I guess this was the problem.
She lived in a bubble, and I didn’t
even try to pop it.
I just watched her disappear
Down the kitchen sink.


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