She isn't there
the she that exists right in front of you.
She's gone away inside her mind
where you cannot follow.
She's gone away,
locking the door to her mind
behind her.
She's lost
within old memories
that are but
an amorphous haze
blocking the way;
easier to hide behind
in a world of confusion.
She's gone
into herself;
no memories of now,
you cannot spark
the match
that lets her fires
burn brightly.
No keys to turn,
for they too, are lost
to us. She holds them
in the palm of her mind
keeping them, her,
safe behind
the locked door.
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