Hello,
I say,
I speak to her calmly.
She looks startled.
She asks where the voice is coming from.
And so I tell her.

For I am her mind.
I know her secrets.
I know her fears.
I know her regrets.
I know everything about her.

She is lonely.
Trapped in an endless place,
trapped within her own soul,
trapped in her regrets.
Everything about her is useless.

So I speak to her.
I give her someone to talk too.
She listens to my words.
They are spoken quietly,
effortlessly.
She need not explain,
because I already know.
I will always know.