She stood so tall
so straight
looking at a world
just beyond her reach,
so full of wonder
but so impossibly outside of her.
Then she screamed
for that world
and everything within it
to listen...
For once,
just listen to me.
I knew what she meant...
She often muttered it to me
during those quiet moments
when we bumped into each other
stumbling through life on
our separate paths.
It wasn't
be like me.
It wasn't
look at me.
It wasn't even
love me.
It was just
Let me be me.
That's all I want.
That's all I need.
That's all I have.
On watching the last guinea on her railing...April, 2006
