She always listens.
She asks
how you are.
She asks
if you're okay.
She listens.
If you say
you're fine,
she'll ask you
to tell her
the truth.
Because she knows
that that's just what
you're telling yourself
in hopes it will become
true.
She listens when
you're hurting,
she tells you
it's okay.
She skips nights
of sleep
just to stay up
and listen to you
cry.
She listens,
and she talks
and she helps.
But no one listens
to her.
Sure, they ask
if she's okay.
But when she says
yeah,
she's fine,
they don't think to ask
one more time.
But she thinks,
yes,
she listens.
Oblivious.
People are
oblivious.
Goodnight,
they say.
Goodbye,
she says.
Overlooked.
Simple mistakes
overlooked,
oblivious.
They are
overlooked and
oblivious to
her.
She listens,
oh yes.
She listens.
But she isn't heard.