I am not a Robot

She seems dishevel

it’s not the touch of grey in her hair

or her beautiful dress that hugs all the right places

it’s not her flawless figure or perfectly symmetrical face.

it’s not her expertly done makeup

It’s not her delicate shoes or the drinks that she had on the way

It’s not the pill that she took to chase down the vodka

It’s not even the dank little smell coming from her car

It has something to do with her friend

And the distant look in her eyes

Her eyes are not here

Her eyes are in the future and she does not seem pleased

A realization seems to be coming over her

The darkness of all that she’s done and the fleeting light of all that she hasn’t

She’s not in the now

So recently she was, but not today

It’s hard to tell if she’ll ever be

She’s too far away from here

She might not find her way back

It seems the walls are closing in

Even though she’s outdoors

It seems

to me

that she’s

outdoors