She was a good girl
Always did what she was told
Until he was taken from her
When she was not very old.

She supported the other love
He left behind
But in doing so, she chose to escape,
To hide from what she may find...

The loss etched into her,
Invisible to sight.
Something that irritated sometimes
And halted sleep at night.

But as experiences soared
With her growing age
She relised she'd passed this test -
Onto the next stage!