Pieces of Her
It happened slowly -
And no one saw it coming.
Small pieces of her,
Gradually fading.
She lost the way she laughed,
Arm on her stomach,
Her head thrown back,
Eyes closed, mouth open.
Her skirts disappeared,
The violet taffeta with red flowers,
Her favorite emerald velvet one,
With blue silk on the inside.
She stopped doing homework,
Her favorite algorithms abandoned,
Her poems shoved in the cupboard,
Forgotten along with her essays.
She stayed up late,
got up early,
And no one knew what she did,
When she went on those endless walks.
All the pieces that were her,
And all the plans that she had,
Disappeared along with her -
And no one saw it coming.
