I made this.

To let you know.

It was for me.

And it still is.

She dances in my head.

And she won’t stop.

And I won’t stop her.

That’s for her, I think.

I look, sometimes.

What more will there be?

Is she there?

Or has this already happened?

If you were to ask me.

What scares me the most.

I’d probably tell you.

I can’t even remember.

Maybe she knows.