Maybe she looked at you in the eye
when she fell down and lost hope,
and maybe she missed you like
you where a piece of her that dropped.
But when your eyes crossed and look each other,
she started realizing that she had lost.
Lost, like everything she touched.
Lost, like everything she dreamed.
With the most sarcastic smile came a thought.
Isn't life about that very thing?
Isn't life about losing?
It was for her by then.
Losing friends,
losing hope,
and losing herself.
A little more everyday.
