She always jumped from relationships, 
Feeling that the better people knew her 
The less likely they’d love her. 
 Maybe you know that feeling. 

But eventually, 
There was no one left to jump to. 
Walking gingerly through a haunted existence, 
Smiles flickering at best — 

Standing outside at sunrise, 
She holds what warmth she can close to her heart, 
As autumn whispers overhead — 
 Maybe you know that feeling?