[luna lovegood]
they say you're a girl
living in a
make-believe world
always whispering to
yourself so they think
you can't hear them —
but you can.
/
[look at her, she's
crazy, she's not
right in the head always
talking to someone
who's not
there]
/
the wise say to
ignore them, "don't
listen to them, it's
not important."
and you remind yourself
that, each and every time,
but sometimes you can't help
but wonder if
they're right.
/
[hands splayed on the
window, chattering with
your reflection, not
because you are crazy even
if that's what they say but
because she is the only
one who will
listen.]
/
one day it's not
that mirror-girl who
nods along to your voice
but someone else, someone
different, and he looks
just as confused because,
you realize, he is seeing something
that is not there, and when he
looks to you, you smile,
not because you are odd
but because
you are no longer alone.
