In the wind she blew away, so frail and light,
invisible to the eye and quiet as the night.
And no one noticed when she disappeared today,
forgotten into nothing, her presence trailed away.
Could they remember her name, those people she knew?
How she would sit and simply listen, did they have a clue
that she was even there at all, tucked in the corner?
Did they know evey second in silence was quietly killing her.
No one looked into the eyes to see what was behind.
Why would you question the girl who always sat and smiled?
Easy to ignore that which slowly drifts and fades,
forgotten into nothing, the girl who was swept away.
(I wrote this in Nov '06)