And then she broke
Or so she said
Seamlessly whole, as always.
Pinned between the Milky Way and the grave.
Fragile new moon
But not the Hole story.
She turned away
Or at least she tried
There is little awaying from your self
Pinned between the future and the past
Fragile present,
Wrapping herself in a hug.
She sat beside me on the train
Or at least I thought of her.
I cannot take her with me.
Pinned between healing and hurt,
Fragile therapist.
She will path her own between