She just sat there
looking straight ahead
but only seeing the past.
Eyes blinking like a metronome.
Her shaking hands
held poetry that only a broken heart could bleed into existence.
I fought for her.
I really did.
But sometimes you can look into someone's eyes and see that they are lost forever.
And that's how I know that people can die
way before their bodies do.

my heart when I try to join in a conversation and no one hears me so I slowly stop talking, getting quieter and quieter into silence.