mary never looks me in the eye
she's a tiny drop of rain
mixed in a river filled with pain

mary never asks the question why
why it all went down like this
looking for the goodbye kiss

mary is content with poetry
says it helps her to unwind
cleansing the pallet of the mind

mary is the height of mystery
always standing for a cause
her plight is one for the lost

mary ties her laces tight
so her feet don't run away
like they did the other day

mary used to own a dozen kites
till the day  down by the sea
cut the strings seting each one free

mary never shows her other side
if she ever made a list
it would include that goodbye kiss