thank you

she looked at the world
through a globe of glass,
unable to touch or be touched
it did not pass
and in this moment of isolation and
total alone,
she dwelled in the silence
for which she could never
atone.
days passed rote performance,
one step at a time.
her real self, so dormant,
in the back of her mind.
each day just a repeat,
a clone of before.
wake up, get dressed
move it,
get out of the door,
she waited and waited,
to either fade or revive,
and then she met him..
and at last,
was alive