‘It’s Nothing’
His hand extends as she turns away
Dark purple disappearing in a shadow
‘Nothing?’
‘Nothing.’
Drawing a glance, sliver of light
Cheshire grin watching over, observing
‘But’
She shakes her head; finger hushing
‘Nothing’
Compliant silence.
Wings whisper, then upward
His charge far below
Dry tears do not cleanse
While the Blind refuse saving grace
All for ‘Nothing’