i forget
i forget that her home life is a daily tornado
sometimes she's caught in the eye and thrown, bruised and broken
sometimes she sits unscathed
i forget
i forget that restful sleep is her tropical vacation
a luxury item
her emotional bank account can't afford
i forget
life for her is the existence of a tsunami
being present is dangerous
she sits
silent
back row
in another world
and she is a miracle
that she has survived
that she sits
a slow drifting cloud
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