Hidden

 

The girl who loved the sky was missing.

Some said she made her way through the byways and sideways

To eventually find her way.

Others say she never left at all

Never moved an inch since the last time she was seen

Stunned by the happenings, idly lingering, but remained unseen.

She had not been to her usual place for sometime

Had not renewed her collection of unusual style

Yet I waited. Patiently I waited for the girl.

Praying and hoping she would one day return

Return to me and all I knew her to be

To continue on a dialogue as a short shrift

Or to fill a void as if she had never been missed.

I could say I knew her even though she was still a mystery

With eyes of profound secrets,

Secrets that should never be shared;

Pleading for life outside the ordinary, life outside the misery;

If it was ever so simple,

Simply to live simply to be free;

Captivity in this life would be no more

No more pain… just distant fading memories.

Minutes went by, hours followed,

Days passed, allowing weeks to pursue

‘Till finally she made an appearance as if she had never left.

With a smile now hitched to her face

Her blue dress succeeded in complimenting her slender frame

I wanted to ask her where she had been

Or avoid the obvious awkwardness by stirring one of our many witty banters.

Yes, as mentioned before I could say I knew her

But if I did, why did I abuse her

Why did I allow her to leave?

Why did I accept her friendship then later deceive?

Pointless questions to ask because I knew

Ashamed to admit it to myself for an action so unforgiving

That I was the reason the girl who loved the sky was missing.