“First let me tell you everything that’s happened since you left”,
I will say through the window,
you see I sensed she’d gone off to the woods
to walk quietly among the bluebells
and to
have a serious talk with the trees
about things that cause the tears to pile up
and to
sit at the ready, to begin falling
at a moment’s notice
I could tell she needed space
had seen the scowl, eyebrows low
at times like these, she never even tries
to filter her face
instead,
she will wear that particular expression
like a shield
not so much as to keep you out
but rather, to
keep herself
safe
from any unnecessary harm
cause I know her well enough by now to know
at times like these,
everything
will
hurt
and often you will hear her breathing
something like a sigh, although much more resigned
as if maybe, she might be giving up
but instead, this proves to be something good
as I can tell you, this means that she
is easing through
and hopefully on her way back
(takes a little time)
often, she is seen carrying things some deem
heavy
things like sorrow and shame
fear and foreboding
anxiety of course, (almost always there)
some of these things she owns, yes
but just as often, she will volunteer
to carry some of it
for you
(because she is strong)
stands to reason though,
that days will come
when she just needs to withdraw a little
into her own
or off among the trees
and
lay it down
on days like this, I try to check in
leave some flowers by her door
tell her things about
love
and just make sure
that someone, leaves a light on
for return ♥