this is she
a lucid memory, like red ribbon
in a slipstream of longing

she finds herself painful to watch
like a man protesting his obvious obesity
ridiculous really

often she delves into her thoughts
face first, hands extended
moving back and forth, fingers spread

trying desperately to move something
to somehow change these sharp dynamics
ease the pain

she grasps in vain, she knows
its like a needle
penetrating the storming sea

everything goes on, steadily continuing
yesterday melting into today
obliviously cruel