Sitting by the window with hands folded in her lap
Motionless except for the occasionally faint exhale
Blank eyes looking out at nothing in particular
She was like a broken doll waiting to be thrown away.

The broken doll, my chéri, was not always so
Though she could not hear nor speak
She walked into life and made it her own
With her passion and camera, she stole parts of the world.

Until the day she could no longer observe through the lens
How unfair it was that fate saw fit to take that away
She blamed no one, shed not a tear
Perhaps it would have been better if she did.

Every time I held her close to me
She felt warm and soft
But to what she felt inside
I had not a clue.

Whether it was unconditional love or self gratification, I did not know
I gave it my all to care, to comfort, to lessen her suffering
Unknowingly allowing her to sooth my own
We were made a pair, my chéri and I.

Sykotica Notes: Combination of Don't Go. and Running. Apparently, Don't Go + Running = Chasing. Goldentyphoon music video. The same one I borrowed for Don't Go images. For the second title, I just SHIFT+ENTER, typed in the words with spacing between the letters and made it size 16. Original size of CONTENTID2 is... 30.