There for him
At his own convenience;

Waited at a set table
To watch him eat, then

Gave herself to any other
Thirst he might

Crave quenched. Treating
Her like an appliance,

Seeing her as a machine, dead
Eyes silent when she dared

Ask when will I see you
Again?

She cried for a year.
I'll never blame

Critical eyes burning
Holes in my back.

I love them for watching
Over her heart.

These are days of contrast,
Little girl.

I mean every
Flower.