A little girls cry.

Little girls cry, you say? Now, that’s a bit grey…

Yes, but true—the little

Girls cry.

Might we talk about Something other than This?

What would you suggest?

—The beautiful sky!

Her tears were like the

_Ceaseless _

Drip

Drip

Drip

Of the sky.

Must you be so…dark?

It’s how she felt, so

_Don’t try to light a _

Happy spark.

What would you have Me do, then?

Simply listen.

…

Her tears, were the

_Desperate longing _

Of something very

Dear to her,

Something every little

Girl should have in

_Their life, but was swept _

_Away from her like the _

Relentless gait of a river,

You speak too much all

At once._ _

I shan’t slow down, so

_I’ll leave it to you to _

Keep up,

Keep up?

_Yes, keep up. _

Actually, you might

Have something in

Common with this

Girl.

_She had trouble _

Keeping up

With her emotions,

And oh, how back

_And forth they _

_Were. _

_Like a ship sailing _

Out in a storm,

_Back and forth _

From sad

To angry

To confused

_To worn. _

Worn from the

Never ending rock

Of the waves harsh

Arms.

Holding her steadfast,

_But never taking her _

_Too far. _

Too steps forward

_And one step back. _

_Tell me now, haven’t _

You ever felt like that?

Yes, indeed I have,

Truthfully quite often._ _

Ah, so then you do

Have something in

_Common. _

_Her thought process _

Was most lamentable.

She wanted the things

Lost to be found, but

It was out of her control.

Like an innocent man cast

To the depths of the sea

Sinking

Sinking

Sinking

With a weight tied to his

_Ankle. _

_So out of control, that’s _

_How it felt. _

She felt so trapped that

She’d sometimes scream

_Into her pillow and yell. _

Scream and yell? Oh, what

Agony! How old was the

Little girl who cried and

Lost such a precious thing?

_No more than eight. _

And she learned, how to

Act older—she had to.

Or, she didn’t have to, but

_Her situation forced her to. _

It happened gradually over

_Time, so she didn’t notice. _

But she didn’t have too much

Of a childhood, either, so maybe

She was never so little after all?

You’re wrong._ _

_Just making sure you’re still _

_Paying attention. _

Why aren’t we rhyming?

—it’s our job to rhyme._ _

Yes, but everything can

Becomes tiring. It’s okay

_To take a break sometimes. _

Anyway, she felt lost, like

A lonely star set in space

__

To forever remain fending

_For himself. _

__

Yes, she did speak to her

Mother of her condition,

But only a little bit did it

_Help her health. _

__

Over the years, the more

_She talked, the stronger _

_She became. _

__

_This helped her health _

Because she was honest

_And didn’t keep her _

_Struggles locked away. _

__

But, even when she got

_Older, there was still _

_That crying girl. _

__

__

Why?

She never got back what

_She lost—what she should’ve _

_Grown up with—and the _

_Reason she lost such an _

Important thing, was enough

Information to never fully be

_Whole. _

__

Never fully be whole… imagine

That?

__

_She thought of what she lost _

Everyday. Every moment she

Woke, she thought of… her

_Father. _

__

__

She lost her father?__

__

Yes, because of something

_Of his own careless behavior. _

__

__

Won’t you tell me more?__

__

_I would, but she doesn’t _

Want to talk about this

_More than she already _

_Has. _

__

__

Ah, I see._ _

__

The situation may seem

Small, but there is so

_Much left out. _

__

__

Why leave it out?_ _

__

Because the world does

Not need to be aware of

Everything, you fool!

__

__

Ah, I suppose so, mhm._ _

__

_Don’t fear, anyway, she _

_Has lovely people to _

_Talk to. _

__

Even though sadness can

_Be a weight. _

__

Something that ruins her

_Day. _

__

_She tries to think of one _

Good thing to put above

Everything else, and that

Seems to cause a smile

_To arise on her face. _

__ That’s good.

__

_Indeed, yes, indeed. _

__

Now we should end here,

Perhaps?

Yes, now you understand,

Thank you for listening,

Friend. Have a good day.