Simply Disappears

Shadows flicker on the wall.
Air filters through the dusty screen.
And moves the curtains in a silent dance.
Not bright, but light enough.
Receiving the stare.
Unmoved by her presence.
As if the plight of one alone
could never be enough
to change the scene.

Still and unmoving, she takes it all in.
The essence of her loneliness extreme.
The world moves, but she is sedentary.
The breeze plays music that she cannot hear.
A fire burns, she cools the flames
without a single word.
Slight light through curtained windows
turns the glass into a mirror.
Craving her reflection. Quite sincere.
But like a ghost, she simply disappears again...

? Michaelette ?

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