Artemis

She skips her first class

To tend to the weeds,

She sees their inner beauty

And grants their every need.

They seem to pull to her

With each sway of her hand,

As if her touch could save them,

Like water on dry land. 

I see her in the hallway

With flowers in her hair,

And I smile as she laughs,

Dancing here and there. 

The next class she's in her seat, 

A new sparkle in her eyes,

She convinces them she's happy

And says she never cries. 

But I see through her façade

And I recognize her lie, 

So I ask one simple question:

"Has a loved one ever died?"

"Yes, in fact," she says,

Her eyes a mysterious blue, 

"My brother passed last year,"

And she laughed her way through. 

But her eyes, oh her eyes,

Like windows to her soul,

They told a different story,

She already fell down that hole.