perspective

She says she can feel in windows
Of dark houses we pass on our evening walk
Which rooms have held horror.
Where a ghost got stuck and stayed
Is still there!
“Can’t you feel her? Up there? I think it’s a children’s playroom. Something bad happened to her and she’s still here.”
She shivers and quickens her pace.
Can’t say that I do. But I jog up to her anyway.
But if you heard her say it, you would just
Know
She’s not lying.
She always wants to dance
And smoke cigarettes
And make love and drink cheap champagne.
And laughing, fall back into comfortable warm arms.
People will stop a block away and turn around when they hear her giggle and call out to her
“I’d recognize that laugh anywhere!”
And it’ll be some old dear friend.
To everyone, she is dear. And everyone is dear to her. She cares more than anyone I’ve ever met. She feels it all. Especially your hurts. And your brilliance.
She does something that feels like holding
Free and safe. Held.
She is a thousand happy hellos
And she welcomes every part of you. She shares the carrying of your broken parts
And sees your brilliance
The shining thing
She goes straight for it, in everyone.
She just has that knack. Seeing. Knowing before knowledge.
She is so alive, and somehow so ancient, and future. She is something deep and shining
She is so unsure.
I don’t know what makes her change,
Maybe the drugs, or her drink
But when she reaches that space
Everyone
The world is her best friend.
She has no time for small talk
Nor stupid conversations
She wants to get to the thing that she somehow
Feels in you
That you do or don’t know
She is in love with the sky
And the paintings on the horizon as the sun goes to sleep.
She often cries.
Everything makes her weep. Perhaps that’s why she needs a drink
To relax a little from the depth of sorrow—
Or at least the fear of it.
She destroys her voice with a thousand cigarettes
And still it is beautiful.
When she hums
I hear a hymn.
She has permeable boundaries
She doubts herself more than anything.
She has more good sense of
God in a stranger
Than within herself.
She reminds you
To be astonished
By existence.
Being Here.
She craves the rain
She is almost like leaves, needs,
She is born in the storm.
She notices everything
It hurts and heals her
I wish I could be a better part of her healing.
I wish she could teach me
How to help her see the universes she holds
At all times, even in despair
How bright how heartbreaking how
Beautiful her soul, her
Unreasonable hope
Steadies you. Makes you need her

If she shows you her heart
You are in love with her
Forever.
She hurts so much
And that’s how you know
She’s not lying
When she tells you about your bright inside