That sound you just heard That simple, solitary sound? Barely audible, but to the trained Barely visible, but to the ordained Disappearing act, no where to be found   The way she held her face The way she folded the paper The blank look she embraced Her walk with such intended haste With no clear destination in mind A flit of her hand, a nod of her head, and onward she climbs   She watches from the back of the room Never to be a part of, distant She traces from the front of the stairs She gives it all, all that she has And it really never makes a difference   Whatever she wants, she does not get Whatever her needs, goes unmet Vigilance in obtaining, her…