The Space Between
Category: longing-loss
She walks away She leaves, and she does not look back She walks away Too many eyes, could not make her stay She closed the book, an echoed crack She walks away She leaves and she does not look back And no one asks if I'm okay
All I can do is stare If I move now, I'll make it worse All I can do is stare I watch the door shut—tense, aware Their eyes judge me, a teenage curse All I can do is stare If I move now, I'll make it worse Silence deafens, more than I can bear
The mirror reflects my face I don't think I recognise her The mirror reflects my face Bruised, tear streaked, replaced The mirror reflects my face I don't think I recognise her And after her I chase