When She's Gone

Her nail polish chips away

Her skin begins to dry

Her hair, messy, tangled, greasy

Her posture speaks volume

The life in her, where did it go? Did someone take it away?

No, we cannot find the culprit.

Her eyes show a story

One that is


Or it used to be

Her body describes her pain

The scars



Where did she go?

How can I find her?

Can I help her?

The sun sets earlier than usual

The weather is chilly

Her feelings align with the season


When she’s gone

She’ll come back

We just won’t know where she went, how she got there, or how she returned

- Seasons