She laughs the laugh
Of hidden pain,
And numbs a portion
Of her brain,
The part that
Stores your memory,
And in that
Her favorite melody,
A tune she sang
When she was young,
And it's now forever
Stuck on the tip of her tongue,
Intangible, though
So close to her reach,
She's blocked all of her memories,
That's something you can't teach;
A skill, if you will,
A natural trait,
Though, God only knows
What's in store with her fate.