Inhibition

In the shadow of youth,

She wears her shyness like a dress

Overflowing patterns

That swing with every step.

Driven by necessity,

She crafted herself out of stone

So that every time you look at her,

You'll never know she feels alone.

But lady I've spotted all the egg shells

I've counted every crack.

Mother of the blueness, angel of the storm,

I will remember you in your opaqueness.

The vase of flowers by the bed.

Your bare blue knees at dawn,

These ruffled sheets, and now you're gone

And I am going too.