A tear strolls down her perfect cheek.
Leaving behind a scarlet stain to keep,
Not a stir or a movement, nor does she leap,
At all the benefits she could reap.
Out of the shadow her memories seep,
Piercing her in wounds already deep,
Pushing them to the back of her mind,
As she tries to leave them all behind,
But the problem she will find,
Is that everyone else should leave it behind,
As it stays fresh in their mind,
Nothing from her will they find?