5/30 - National Poetry Month

I was writing this in my head on Saturday, but laid down at midnight and realized I never wrote it out.

She used to sit and stare,
behind those eyes, what she saw,
I can't say

It never occurred to me
at the time
what plagued her
was palpable,
   unacceptable,
      curable

OCD habits pertaining to sugar,
cereal, and tissues --
I thought were just preferables

and the staring,
  oh the staring,
      and the griping,
just...
   bearable

Knowing now
what I never knew,
that I could have known her,
   met her,
      really seen her
if only someone had known,
   what to do.