Cold eyes
Drawn cheeks
Seeing the result
But not knowing.

Pale skin
Little strength
Feeling the loss
But that is all.

Shaking fingers
Knocking knees
Nothing left
Just an empty shell.

Unrecognisable.

I remember
How she used to be.

Smiles
Laughter
Shining eyes.

I hated her then
I still do
More so now than ever.

It hurts
Because I know her.

Not a friend
Nor an enemy.

I know her far to well.

For she is a reflection
Of the present.

My own image
Staring back at me.