Alone

I am watching her,
So late at night.
She keeps herself up so late
So she won’t dream tonight.
Dream of the past,
Dream of those that she’s lost,
And those she was unable to save.
Dream of those that still wound her,
Haunt her,
Why she lets them,
Even I don’t know.

Her eyes are glowing in
The light from the computer screen
As she looks at the results from another
Deviantart search,
This one: Alone.

Her eyes stop at a picture
Of a flower
Growing by itself in a city,
A dot of yellow amongst the graying concrete.
“Looking at yourself?” I ask.
Her eyes flick to me then back away,
Shaking her head slightly.

And her answering thoughts echoing
Through my head.
No. I wouldn’t be that pretty.
I would just be a speck of
Dust on an otherwise clean window.

I know she’s right,
But I still try to help her kill
The darkness over coming
Her dwindling light.
It’s not working.