Cursed

She falls to her knees on the pavement.
Skin against concrete,
scraping,
breaking.
She grabs handfuls of hair at her temples.
She screams, sobs racking her body,
tears running in rivers
down her face.
And the people walk on by.
They don't stop,
they don't stare.
She is invisible
as they walk on by.

She is cursed by birth,
forever to roam,
stroll,
meander.
Mourning a loss
she can never remember.
Flashes of love.
Glimpses of contentment.
Shifting curtains,
blowing in a teasing wind,
blurred,
unfocused.

Memory or vision?
Questions unending.
WHO ARE YOU? She screams.
SHOW YOUR FACE!
REVEAL YOURSELF!
I've had enough of games,
I'm tired of sorrow.
Pain is my nemesis,
tears even more so.
And yet she wanders,
forever she waits.
patient
standing

Memories haunting
teasing
taunting...