I'll never forget
the way you looked
all done up,
like a china doll.
Why did they close your eyes,
pretend you were only asleep?
Was it your soul-searching, glassy gaze?
I will always remember
that smile etched on your face
as you abandoned me without
a second thought, not even bothering
to tell me when you'd be
back. Your figure disappeared,
weaving through the people,
cutting through the lines.
The realization you were gone left me
startled and alone. My last glimpse
of your retreating back, your golden hair
mimicking the fluffy cotton candy
in your hands.
A shot resounded over the chatter,
halting rides, ceasing laughter.
A scream, which still rings in my ears,
had me pushing through the crowd
to find you there
on the ground, still and silent.
You must love it;
you're still the center of attention.
Or maybe you hate that
you're not here to bask in it.
The old fair grounds, now abandoned,
littered with papers, overgrown
weeds and grass
covering the remains
is where I often find myself each
night. Alone I wander, like a memory
trapped in the past, wishing I could
forget, wanting only to breathe
again, as if I
weren't drowning in
this world without you.
Everyone knows your name now,
as if they didn't before.
Eliza,
the sweet, innocent girl who
lived for the spotlight. You're the one
I wish I could hate,
blame for this pain
I feel. But I've always
known you were never
mine to keep.
