Like a child getting everything she thinks she wants; wanting more.
Like the orchid starving for its food, feeling quite unique.
Like watching the train pull away, an empty heart waving.
if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you – she thinks.
she only thinks about herself. she sometimes finds confusion between
loneliness and selfishness.
silent as a stone, the asking won’t come.
she looks down finding boot prints in the snow dusting.