detached sadness / dancing hill

i wrote this after i found out that my mother's ex-boyfriend's daughter had committed suicide. it describes the odd sadness i felt and how i could not connect to the tragedy, although i recognised it.

a girl in a forest,

a girl i once knew,

a girl with promise,

a girl not quite new,

a girl who didn't,

a girl who did,

a girl who couldn't, 

a girl who slipped,

a girl who said: 

"i'll be back soon"

she always came back,

they always come back,

not this time.

a girl in a forest,

a girl from a tree,

back into the earth,

to the place i hope she'll be.

a girl has no name than which she is given,

a girl has a name from which she is delivered.

Author's Note

thanks for reading! let me know what you think :)