'For what she cannot remember'

If there were but a mind left
behind this shroud–an image
or a dream–but a mind
and the girl could go on

But she stands still
vaguely weeping, for what,
she cannot remember
for all memory vanished
when she died

Someone hurt her, left her
bare when she did not
know or understand how to go
forward on her own
and another never found her

She was easily forgotten,
never having had the chance
to show any person that she could exist

Now, now only the chirping crickets
hear her sobs
as she stands still, wrapped
in a worn veil
crying, for what, she cannot
remember

8 July 2006