This girl
Is a construct,
Out of a fairytale.

She sounds wonderful,
Charming
Charasmatic to boot.

So, why did she leave?

Alone,

In this shell of a body,
This mask of a face,
And a voice so disjointed.

Out of place
Out of time
Out of memory
Out of love
Out of comfort
Out of hope

Look at all the old photographs,
No one could ever be so happy.

Burn to feel warm
But to no avail.

Myself?
An unreachable host
Look in the mirror
See nothing.