No one searching for her
this face no longer sweet.
For bitterness and emptiness
have her labeled "incomplete".

Not whole without a family
her closest friends: "B's and bags",
once blond and clearly blue-eyed,
she needs now base and drags.

Uncommon needs, this young girl?
no, much too ordinary now.
They live beside us everywhere
We don't see where and how.

It must feel sad and lonely
when no one cares you're gone,
so when she left with nothing
nothing remained to carry on.

See her standing, shoulders down
her blond hair, blowing free?
If only that was all of her
and she could choose like me.