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I heard the girl
But saw no image of her.
It's as if she was speaking to air,
But I was there to listen.
I was to pick up the pieces
Once it all fell apart.
Her life, her dream.
She wanted to just be.
No one would let her.
They all held her back in pursuing
What she wanted.
Her life, her dream
Slipping away.
Her tears never reached the skies or Heaven
But I somehow caught them in my palm.
There they were, a puddle in my hand.
Soon after,
I realized they were my own.
I was crying for her.
The girl with no image was there
As I was shedding my tears.
At that moment, I glanced up to see her.
The sky had cleared.
The sun up high.
I could tell she was smiling.
My tears were the one to tell her that I understood.
I heard her cries.
Now I was there to save her.
To see her.

Author's Note

Might call this "Girl". Otherwise, I'm not sure about a title. Any suggestions?