The way she's allowed to break like that
in the middle of a freeway
Her momma is waiting at home
But the lover that she never met
Will never know she's gone
with no one watching but the wind.
And it's empty--no one gave it capacity to hold emotion,
Her momma will remember her smile,
But he won't know the life he's missing,
And she'll never know. She'll never know
No sirens, or cars, no tears left to cry
more than to know
that Life cannot
cannot wait until we are ready.
She was a stitch
In a tapestry
And most people don't notice dropped stitches.