In the Mountains
by Hcat

in the too-green mountains
all the people wait, not moving
boundaries keep them apart
in the morning:
she sings, she talks, she thinks about old pictures
of places she has neverbeen
sometimes she looks at a knife and other times
she just cries, they look away
night comes and she goes out
walking around memories
often replayed, worn out
she's living in her head now
the people wait, they know
all boundaries fade in time
she doesn't do anything just doesn't care
now-and-then doesn't make sense and
the difference between them
get closer all the time
a slip- once. twice and it falls
she walks with them again