she was here not so long ago, the young girl with the smart wit and the light filled eyes. not today, though. now it's just me, the invisible one, the one with fragments of polish on her toes. the one that is always at a loss for words. no. i don't know where she's gone. somewhere sunny, i would guess, where everyone laughs and worries are few. not like me, left here alone to dress the wounds that are the reality of my life.