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The Ever-present Why

Ink fades from the pages of her life
Stories
Lost
Gone
Out of Sight

And she asks me where she’s been
where she is
who am I
And even though I know
I cannot answer
Why?

I can see the cheek bones
That live behind her skin
The steps she takes are child’s
So slow
and paper thin

And she asks me where she’s been
where she is
who am I
And even though I know
I cannot answer
Why?

One moment she was blunt
Dark lines
Sharp twists
And now she’s ground like dust
So small
Just bits

And she asks me where she’s been
where she is
who am I
And even though I know
I cannot answer
Why?




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