a_little_wisp
04-17-2009, 06:26 PM
She's not where she once was
Where I once looked.
The last I heard from her -
She whispered to me, desperate,
Her face pasty,
Her lips too parched -
Were the ghostly whispers,
Echoes from a dusty time,
And they were incoherent.
The TV screen flickers and a thousand hissing
Snowflakes fill the screen.
The room is empty now-
She was once there.
She's not where she once was,
Where we once laughed
On countertops with our dearest friend,
Or cuddled next to Mother.
I found her fingerprints on a pen
Ink stains abound
On jeans and t-shirts.
A slowly sipped tea cup
Has gone cold on a messy desk.
And the night falls,
But her bed is empty
Where once she slept-
She dreamt there too.
She's not where she once was
Where we once lived
The mirrors have been uncleaned
And the girl who once stared back-
well.
Creatures that scuttle
And silverfish invade
The recesses of a dim rainbow room
Where fantasy flourished-
She flourished with it,
Faded with it.
She's not where she once was
She wandered away when broken-record-friends
Began to repeat the same questions
To the same answers she'd
Already given-
But it's too late to be reminded now,
For she grew rusted in her own rain,
And each step became more heavy,
Until she grew too sleepy
And the forest grew over her
And the shadows stretched on and enveloped her.
The wind shut the door close,
But the TV was still fuzzing,
The kettle screaming,
Keys and necessities still sitting
On the countertop,
Left behind and forgotten-
But I still pulse,
My beat resounding
In this hollow space,
In the chest of the girl
Who forgot my power -
Who forgot her own-
And we wait,
Petrified
Until someone remembers
The oil can.
Where I once looked.
The last I heard from her -
She whispered to me, desperate,
Her face pasty,
Her lips too parched -
Were the ghostly whispers,
Echoes from a dusty time,
And they were incoherent.
The TV screen flickers and a thousand hissing
Snowflakes fill the screen.
The room is empty now-
She was once there.
She's not where she once was,
Where we once laughed
On countertops with our dearest friend,
Or cuddled next to Mother.
I found her fingerprints on a pen
Ink stains abound
On jeans and t-shirts.
A slowly sipped tea cup
Has gone cold on a messy desk.
And the night falls,
But her bed is empty
Where once she slept-
She dreamt there too.
She's not where she once was
Where we once lived
The mirrors have been uncleaned
And the girl who once stared back-
well.
Creatures that scuttle
And silverfish invade
The recesses of a dim rainbow room
Where fantasy flourished-
She flourished with it,
Faded with it.
She's not where she once was
She wandered away when broken-record-friends
Began to repeat the same questions
To the same answers she'd
Already given-
But it's too late to be reminded now,
For she grew rusted in her own rain,
And each step became more heavy,
Until she grew too sleepy
And the forest grew over her
And the shadows stretched on and enveloped her.
The wind shut the door close,
But the TV was still fuzzing,
The kettle screaming,
Keys and necessities still sitting
On the countertop,
Left behind and forgotten-
But I still pulse,
My beat resounding
In this hollow space,
In the chest of the girl
Who forgot my power -
Who forgot her own-
And we wait,
Petrified
Until someone remembers
The oil can.