She sits and stares
at tired eyes,
the cracks in her face,
mica reflections
of what once was
a beauty queen.

So vibrant &
full of life,
she possessed
astronomical-hope,
was a lover of stars
& moon glow,
as radiant as
a burning sun,
fun was her
middle name.

And as she gazes
at what once was
somebody's dream,
tears stream down
the still lovely
cheek bones,
that in times past,
turned heads
& created
broken hearts
like hers.

O my,
how fast
time
goes by.