I lost her that morning
Beneath the fluorescents
She blended right into those blank, lifeless walls.
That smooth sea of beige.
So much that I couldn’t tell where they started
And she ended.
Then last Sunday—
Right between her eyelashes
Emotion shored up
and this time it didn’t drown her
It washed away the grit and gave way
to who she would become on this side of the tide.