The Dreamer

Empty. The essence of her is now gone. Faded. Into the background. No longer to be seen. Her beauty discarded. No one to know her vibrant smile. The love of life she had stolen. To look upon her you’d not know the pain she’s endured or the love she shared. What you’d see is just a decaying shell of a should you never knew.

If you knew would you wonder where she went? This woman before you?

Where is the woman who fought to be free? The narcissistic vanity that she never intended to be? The Joker, the dreamer, the eternally unloved? The victim and victimizer of the world.

Empty… no longer there.

Death has stolen her away from me with a single kiss.