she does not notice
the way her tummy rumbles
or how her eyes lost their sparkle

she does not care
that her skin is pale,
veins appearing from within

she does not worry
that her strength is withering,
shaky hands whenever they move

she does not bother
eating a meal, or three
falling asleep or waking up

she does not care
that her time is ticking,
pieces of sand falling one by one

she does not know
who she is, where she went,
what happened to the flush of her cheeks

she does not remember
who she used to be,
but she misses her dearly.