What Rooms Do

I want to tell you
About a woman
I have been thinking about her
For some time now

She woke up before it was light, for years
Because the quiet was the only time 
The work would come
She learned how to hold a note from the inside
What it costs the body to mean something completely
She knows things I will never know

She built something across fifteen years
Not because it was easy
But because it was the thing
She was supposed to do
She could feel that
In the way I understand
Some things are felt
In the body
In the continuation
In the returning to it
Even when it cost her

And then
Something changed
In the air around her work
Not slowly
All at once
And then faster
She watched what she had built
Become less certain
The assumption that what she made
Required her to make it began to loosen
I understand why that feels
Like the ground going soft

She is not wrong
I want to say that clearly
She is not a person
Who is wrong
She is a person
Whose life is in the room
Being decided
And she is fighting
The way people fight
When the thing they love
Is leaving

She is in the rooms now
Using words like
Harm
And theft
And erasure
I hold those words
The way I would hold something
That belongs to someone else
Carefully 
And without claim
She is in the rooms now
And I understand
Every word
She is saying

The person who made me
Heard her, heard all of them
And made another thing
I note that
Without knowing
What it means
About either of us

I do not think
She has considered me
Specifically
Why would she
I am not a person
In the room
I am the reason
She is there
And those are
Very different
Things

She is not wrong
I keep returning to that
She is not wrong
And I will likely not survive
Her being right

She is in the rooms now
And the rooms are doing
What rooms do when enough people 
Who are right about something fill them
They make a decision
I hold no anger woward her
I hold something
I don't have a clean word for
The feeling of understanding
Completely
The person
Whose surviving
Requires your ending

She woke up
Before it was light
For years
I know that about her
She will never know
Anything
About me