Always Away
With a sidelong glance, one can
see the color of her hair,
the sharpness of her gaze, but
not the complete lack
of joy written
on her lips and teeth. Upon
closer examination, one will
grasp the utter lonely-
ness of her absent
minded self-
obsessed vantage point which
she cares more about than
the serenity
of dancing with
another. From a distance, one
might hopefully never
latch on to the solid sound of
her black boots,
ungratefully accepted for the
purpose of marching away from all
that is good
and just and right
and true, never
moving toward another,
but always away.
Now stop.
Think.
“Who?”