Girl

circa 2002

I see you there girl
weeping in the dark
why do you mourn I ask
She clutches at her chest
I think of me
I have been there I reply
Tears roll from eyes that never cease
I look at my feet
what do I say
Tell her everything will be okay
That everything is alright
fingers that now seem to weep
clutch at eyes that don't sleep.
She stands there in a haze, a maze
she's a basket case from
what I can see.
She makes no sense to me.
I turn out the light so I can no longer see
Me standing there
looking back at Me.
I am that girl I see.
That basket case weeping is me.