talks
to her
every single day.
She doesn't notice.
She hasn't
been listening.
She's consumed
with what's wrong
with her life,
with this world.
Wild Horses
drifts
through the air.
It was her mother's
and father's song.
It still haunts her.
It reminds her
of their last
breath.
She heard it again
today.
Wild Horses
couldn't drag me
away.
It was a message
from mother
to daughter.
Reminding her,
nothing
could keep her
away.
Not even
death.
One day,
when she stops looking,
and starts listening,
she'll finally know
she's never
been alone.
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