tied up in dark plastic
her life is waiting buried
memories: signed pictures, books, works of art
bright colors forever protected from rain
yet always shielded from sun
her heart will never again be kissed by light
why does treasure speak so much about her?
without it she is an eternal blank page
becoming the definition of lost:
she wanders nightly, continually
seeking that which dirt and time obscure
in a landfill of tears
why was she given eyes that see
in the dark?