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 only method

Due diligence in order, to be expected

They fade away, there they go

One, two, three, evaporation

Thoughts delivered only to scare

Words lost, no space gained

Just loss and acceptance

It’s all the same.