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.