Inside

I would like to know her,
a small door in her head 
where I could enter and tread carefully
through the maze which is her.

There's a room full of
everything she's missing. Facts,
days, people mixed up.
There has been a storm inside of her.

There's a guy who is dead
and a child that doesn't exist.
I snoop around in a life I can't
do anything about. 

It's a good thing that one day 
it shall perish.