She was on foot
she had caused an inconclusive riot
she fostered widow words
she fought off her own sentiment
she turned her back when it came back
she relieved the men of their horses their guns
she sympathised with mercy
she reached for a chance to shape an end
she laughed when the end bore a beginning
she cleansed herself in the pure thoughts of others
she listened intently
she did not look away
she gave the falling leaves a name
she undid her suit for wrong suitors
she let their wrongs become her truth
she buried her future in forest dirt
she knew it would not grow
she sewed her seed in the wrist of an unborn child
she decided not to die
she loved you knowing their was no opening
she sought the orifice when your body slept
she called the closedness of you eyes immortality.