Miss Ethereal.

We stand in front of each other and see mirrors in each others eyes. If she can't stand to see the truth, she leaves me. Up, Up and away.
For months, years, sometimes.
Miss Ethereal holds the shadow that confronts your fears. The one who made us all open our eyes. The one who helped me break the deadly silence.

She is the scapegoat, and sometimes she needs to escape.

I would worry, if I thought it would help. I would never sleep
if I didn't know she would find her way home eventually.
This morning she arrived.
What a nice surprise.