Me & Myself

I beckoned for her to follow, when she did I took her hand.
Little fingers like the feather  that was blowing in the wind.
Curly tendrils on her shoulders, freckles spotted on her face
Blue eyes staring in bewilderment at the vastness of this place.

As I leaned over the bridge she let go of my hand
I watched her as she left me, trying to understand.
Bare shins brushing off the nettles, she didnt feel their sting.
She tiptoed towards the water , I yearned to be her friend.

A bird was perched upon the branch just above her head
She didnt seem to notice, or hear him as he sang.
In her mind she was nowhere and everywhere at once,
She wished that she could find that something that was lost.

She gathered herself together and turned back to the bridge
She shouted out my  name, but I'd gone too far ahead
I couldn't let her see me or the tears that I had  cried
I didnt want t to leave her....but I dare not look behind.