It Is Time To...

Let her be.














Beautiful.

I Noticed Them

Staring eyes

Red tint and a watery gloss

Their focus never changes

Fluttered blinks

Thumbs rise to wipe the edges

She keeps catching them before they fall

She knows the routine

She hates that she knows

Loneliness

Pain

Loss

Constant struggle

Still she stares

Afraid to turn the page

And

Afraid of being stuck on it

Try To Make Your First Your Last

If there was more I could say about this, I certainly would. Rarely do I understand why I have flashes of certain words and/or images.

Fortunately, I don't have to.