that’s why she’s here

daydreaming around my memories

a crazy race back through time

fleeting glimpses of faces of past friends and lost loves

were those their faces, or my imaginations?


then, strangely, I remembered someone

and could see her face in every detail


there was a girlfriend once who worked at a special hospital

a place for those with troubled minds

and I visited her there – just the one time


as she walked me back to my car

I saw the most beautiful and saddest face I’ll ever see

so elegant, so graceful - almost unbearably beautiful

but empty eyes that had no life


I said it’s as if as if she has been to a terrible place

and it stole her eyes away


it did was the reply


that’s why she’s here