She walked forward,
Leaving everything she knew behind.
A distant memory.
The footsteps that clicked each step she took.
She caught me by surprise, the words she spoke.
Echo's that became ripples left behind in a constant
sink that dripped.
Has the gasket gone bad.
Were we careless, leaving the sink on thinking we cut it off.
Maybe we should have checked.
As the water filled the sink. Overflowing in one direction.
Leaving everything she knew behind.
She grew up around negativity.
So expected the worse in everything.
Now walking away.
I begged and pled her to stop.
Still she walked forward.
Pursuing the latest book she's read.
Over coming mounds that have become mountains.
Her laugh could be heard.
Lost in a hurricane of thought.
The cause of her heartache.
The strife of her own thoughts.
The aftermath of over thinking.
Heavy with the burden of guilt.
I called out her name in the hopes she'd stop in Mid stride.
In fear she'd become a distant memory,
She kept walking
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