if you stumble when you fall you are no longer graceful

the attention isn't needed
she reminds you as she passes you up
and when she spins you recollect it
repossess it
but whenever you look away she cries

and when you finally see
the picture she gives you
the fragile composure she calls by her name
all you can do is play by her tune
or you know that she will let herself go

she remembers you looking through windows of steel
of you breaking bones with
some words and some tearing
but she can no longer fight as if present was past
and whenever you say, she will leave