Not Just Losing It

Not Just Losing It

Sleeping through the melodies,

frequently stopping 

in her secret place,

fixated on the poorly drawn valentine

fading in her palm.

Wiping the tears away,

she leaves stains

around her eyes,

the blood from a heart

that never felt a beat.

She was hopeful

but scared,

a fish 

without a pond,

unable to taste

the air.

If it were hers to touch.

And pulling petals from a sunflower

she forces a smile,

before that too

is wiped away.