Wet curls fall;

Hiding her empty eyes

She's sitting here 

But all I can hear is here fear

And it hurts to see her this way

Fragile

Weak

She's no longer alive

And she has years before she dies

Yet she has already become a ghost 

Walking past her post

Day after day

When did she leave?

When she learned how cruel the world could be

Will she ever come back?

I really do hope so

-a.s.b