She shouldn’t be there

Tears run freely down her cheeks,

as she watches from afar.

She shouldn’t be here
,
shouldn’t be watching,

but she can’t make herself stop, leave.

Every second near them

is like a knife stabbing her flesh,

over and over and over.

Yet she stays.

She watches.

Like a moth to a flame,

she is drawn to her
.
There is no comfort,

warmth anymore,

only flames that burn and hurt.

She needs to leave, move on,

but her feet won’t carry her.

So she watches as her spirit slowly dies.

Abi