I stop to think every once in awhile.
by Rebecca Springsteen
I wish I wouldn't.
You wonder why I don't have many friends.
Why, I block everyone out.
I can see it on your face.
You never hear my speak, yet you hear my mumble.
You watch me from a far, seeing if I'll even breath.
You try to knock to see if anyone is home.
Sorry, she moved a long time ago.
No one knows where.
She never comes outside any more.
Once in awhile you'll see her dog, running in the grass.
when was the last time anyone saw her face?