She sits and stares into the mirror.
As she blinks a new wrinkle falls round her eyes.
Behind her in the bed lays her other incomplete half.
Him unaware of her pain, a tear falls down her cheek.
Stuck in a rut and her thoughts elsewhere.
Distraction is all the rage these days, and she will seek it where she can.
How long can she put off the touch, and the emotion?
What do you say when whats desired by all is not wanted by you?
Juggling has never been a talent of hers and she's dropping the balls.
Which ones to keep in air are no longer her choice.
How long can she sit here;
Watching time fly past.
How long can she sit there?
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