Girl at the edge of the World

I live in a flat world.
It kinda just ends.
There is no going back around again.
Time just stops.
World doesn't turn .
You just fall off into the abyss.
But you see, there has always been this girl-
She sits with her legs dangling off the edge.
She isn't really old-
She probably just reaches the age of ten-
But just while wearing those pigtails she has experienced life.
And, hell, done it again
Heartbreak.
She has had it.
Death.
She has seen it.
Sadness.
She's felt it.
But everything I walk past her-
I see something more-
She is wiser than I-
Wiser than most-
She knows that even in a world that is flat.
With the hope in her heart-
She can see it round again.
She can see it turn another day.
And while to the rest of us it seems that she is odd
She is sitting in a world where time hasn't stopped.
Each day as I pass her this becomes far more clear
Until one day she turns
She smiles
She holds out her hand
And then I smile
For time starts moving again.