girl who lost things.

pain is invisible, it is no person.

I've become so caught up in its face
that I stopped looking over the ground
I was walking on
and rode my bike
with my hands at my waist.

I provoked pain to be the death of me - it wasn't.

inside my head, I dreamt of a big house,
birds singing on windowsills
and rain, trailing down edges of driveway.
I dreamt of a tall figure
kissing me good morning and night.

just because that man is no longer found
and I am more than alone,
I will always have my house, my birds, my rain,

and my sanity,
if I stop running from pain.