supermarket window shows the ghost
of the someone she’d once been
not dumpy and dull with swollen legs
but a girl with sights unseen
such a pretty girl and a bright girl
with a sparkle in her eyes
life with meaning to be seen in
how she’s reaching for the prize
eyes growing teary, she’s so weary
as she leans against the glass
and slides slowly to the pavement
as the late night shoppers pass
