THE WORLD WOULD NOT BE THE SAME

SHE HAD JUST REACHED THE SIGNATURES

HER INNER SELF PROTECTED, NOT REVEALED

SHE MUTED THE TV TO HEAR THE SOUND OF THE RAIN

WITH THE ENVELOPE IN HER HAND SHE THANKED THE NURSE AND LEFT

STRAWBERRY FIELDS UNTIL NEXT SUNDAY

SHE CLOSED HER EYES AND SMELLED THE ROSES

BEING TOUCHED, BEING HELD IS LIKE BEING A CHILD

WAND, WANDER, WANDERER

SHE WAS THERE

SHE DIDN'T CARE WHETHER IT WAS DISTANCE OR TIME

FROM 10:03 AM UNTIL 11:03 AM

TOOK 632 YEARS TO COMPLETE AND WAS HIT 14 TIMES DURING WORLD WAR II

ABOUT TO EMERGE FROM BEHIND HER DOWNCAST LASHES

SHE TOOK OFF HER HEADPHONES AND WIPED AWAY HER TEARS

KEYS OF THE MOUNTAINS KEYS OF THE SEA

IT KILLS TO BE TOO CLOSE

JUST BECAUSE THEY SPOKE HER LANGUAGE

A TINY MUSCLE FLICKERING BELOW HER EYEBROW LIKE A FLAME

FORGETTING, OR AT LEAST NOT BEING REMINDED WOULD BE AN ESCAPE

THE SMELL OF HER YESTERDAY

SOME THINGS DON'T EVEN GET OLDER

SHE DREAMT SHE WAS SINGING ALONG TO SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

CONSTANT CRAVING IS NOT JUST A SONG TITLE

ASHAMED OF HER RAGE AND DISAPPOINTMENT

THERE WAS HARDLY ANY SPACE LEFT FOR HER SIGNATURE