She is staring off again
Her mind a million miles from here
Eyes glazed and unfocused
I wonder what lies in that beyond she so often visits
I wonder what is dancing behind those pools of green and brown
Why does her brow start to furrow
Why do tears form but do not spill
Is it anger
Is it sadness
Is it confusion
Or perhaps a sentimental memory
I wish she would bring me with her when she goes
Maybe then I would better understand