I check the lost and found box,
Frantically.
"It's gone! I can't find it!"
Terrifying.
The receptionist looks over her small glasses,
Awkwardly.
"Is something wrong, Miss?"
Everything.
"I lost my soul! I need it! Where is it?"
Gone.
She looks at me like I lost my mind.
Definitely.
You walk by.
Of course.
The sun is shining down on your face,
Though it isn't as bright as you.
And clinging behind you,
Never to fall short of step,
As always,
Instead of your shadow,
Is the ghost of me.
And all you see,
As you look my way.
Is the shell,
Of an empty girl.