He sees her.
A dwindling spark of a flame,
never had the chance to know the worth of her own name.
She almost did once.
He doesn't care.
Lifetimes ago another he
would paint galaxies on her porcelain skin.
Intertwined as one,
she would have danced with him forever.
In a life of unfortunate events
and bad decisions with no room for amends.
She reaches for something akin to a home.
Empty handed,
she dances to the soft beat of a lonely heart.
Basking in the blue string hues,
alone in burdened room.