She is in her bed,

Woke up by the shiny rays of the golden Sun- That pierced through the white curtains of her room.

She walked to the kitchen,

Did her household chores,

Packed up lunch for her husband and daughter.

She saw the clock-

The time ticked fast.

Gathered up her pace,

She ran to the bathroom, cleaned up,

Tidied her hair in the mirror,

Ran out for bus.

She ran among the crowds,

Bumped into someone-

Who was once her soul, The medicine for her sorrows,

The magical element that could make her smile

Even in the darkest of days.

A person who is now a lost love.

She stood there expecting to talk to her. "Why? Didn't she see me?"

She was my life.

Why is she turning her back on me?

Amn't I supposed to be happy?

But she continued to walk away from her-

Through the crowd.

These questions passed through her mind.

The clock rang when it reached nine.

That is when she understood- She was glaring at herself through the mirror

And the person who is lost in the crowd is her self.