Poetry

Unbound.

She was in her own world where no one could touch her.
You'd try to to talk to her and she would already be 3 dimensions away.
A dream in the making.
Call her a goddess.
Call her a wanderer.
Call her a loner.
She was just something more.
You can't describe someone in simple words and when that star fell on that cold night, did you wish she came back to earth?
She might call but she just can't stay.
The inevitable fate of the one who sees the truth in all cracks of the universe.