Poem: Shy Girl

Shy girl Oh shy girl When you stare into The shattered mirror I don’t believe You see what I see The way you grin At the ground The way you laugh Without a sound The heart you seek Is upon your sleeve I see the way You weep as it bleeds You think you may…

“Don’t you get lonely?”

When he learned that I live on my own, 1,600 miles away from family, his first question was, "Don't you get lonely?"