Sad isn’t a feeling.
its hurt
anger
confusion
pain
hopelessness
loneliness
guilt
shame
fea­r
and
just
plain
exhaustion
but we say we’re just
sad
because it hurts to much
to feel everything
underneath.

I once met a girl with mysterious eyes
Empty and black and screaming hushed cries.
She flashed me a kind smile
       And asked if I could stay awhile.
I said okay and got lost in her dress
That became the sunset’s melting mess.
I asked where she lived
       she said between the clouds and the stars.
I asked why she’d ever want to live that far
‘Because here is the place that I do not belong’
And in her eyes I saw Death’s song.

Her eyes held a story dark and untold
       But the story’s ending was about to unfold
Her eyes spat questions with no answers here,
       Answers unknown that held all her fears.
Her dark beauty was something I’d never seen before
It was painful and sad but down to her core.
She said thanks for stopping by it meant to her the world
And in that I saw the once happy girl.
I told her to stay, to make sure she was okay.
       But with kind eyes she whispered, ‘live like a bird high in the sky.’
I looked into her woeful  lies, and asked her ‘Why?’
Her eyes burned through me as she replied
‘Because they can’t catch you there, not even inside.’
And with that she gave a parting smile
And said goodbye.

I then from a distance watched her climb,
Climb and climb a mountain too high.
Until she reached her heaven somewhere in the stars,
And a sparkle wet her eye as she was freed from her bars.  
In that small moment she became that friend,
       That friend that leaves a footprint then you never see again.
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.