Winded

She’ll flinch from a blow in the wind;
a simple brush on the shoulder from her invisible friend
It’s not rare to notice her grabbing at nothing;
reaching our for the hands that aren’t there, there’s nothing
She stares at the nowhere face of no one,
looking deep past the eyes of the air towards the sun
She walks with her head down, silent and quiet
While inside her thoughts and her heart cause a riot
She’ll walk for miles, just her and the wind
If asked to explain
She won’t even begin

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