I sit under an old tree, under the stars. My face looking up and out, into the sky, the galaxies... universes. Maybe another world, totally different from this one here. This one down here.
Maybe a world more forgiving,
than this one down here.
I sigh as her face comes to mind, her hazel eyes and brown hair.
I close my eyes, tightly, when I think about the hurt she was going through - emotionally.
No one accepted her, cared about her.
But maybe one person isn't enough, or perhaps it was just too much for her. Too much hurt, too many scars reminding her of her pain and troubles. Too much negative attention given to her.
To her gentle heart, and fragile mind.
Bit by bit, all the bullying, labelling, it broke her mind and her heart. It broke her as a whole.
She had enough, and well, she ended it.
She let herself go from all the pain, to somewhere better, at least I hope somewhere better.
Somewhere where she is free, where she can fly, soar. Like a beautiful snowy owl.
''I miss you,'' I break the silence, all the thoughts, by whipsering the words out into the night, for all the stars to listen.
I miss her. So dearly.
She was always with me, always near. And now, when I want someone to talk to, I sometimes - accidentally, start talking, as if she's there. As if she's standing next to me, or behind me, as she used to.
It would be hard, when I'd realize she wasn't there.
But at the same time, she is. She always is.
She is near.
She is far,
she's with me,
but she's not.