Her

She wouldn't tell me
But I knew it
She didn't need to tell me
I could feel it.

The way she moved
The way she talked
The way she laughed
Or didn't for that matter.

I knew what was happening
And I knew why she wouldn't say anything.

She didn't want to worry us
But she made things worse.

She wouldn't listen
She said nothing was wrong
But there was something wrong.

She was weak
She was tired
But even worse
She was dying.