I carry you underneath the stars shining in your room. Far from shame. Far from blame. This is where you came. Water stain on the ceiling.
Wind rattles the windows and walls.
Nobody knows where she is and if they did, they probably wouldn't call. Sweep your hair from your eyes. The new days have just arrived. She's not sure if she will make it here where the shades aren't drawn. She hears them speaking about her, concerned voices behind that old, oak door.