looseher

This obviously is not finished Just was some feeligns i had to get down

Looking in there
I don't see her
anymore.

I lost her.

There is no more beauty
No matter how deep
I look.

"Come out come out
where ever you are"
Nothing.

She's gone.

I study the pictures.
Her lovely face,
small slinder frame.

And I miss her.

I seek-
"where could she be?"
Not lost, hidding.
Purged years ago

I don't find her.
Never in my dreams
or in the mirror.

She's gone.

The me I long to be again.