The Disappearing Act (Jan 2010)

Oh sweet beautiful

I am losing the traces of your face in my memory

Or is it the wind that takes your cute cheeks and leaves them hollow

Or is it the whims of the fashionable that calls in question your once round hips

Or is it the pressures uncomfortable that tones your legs and arms to twigs

Or is it the notions scientific and medical that steal away your softness

Or is it the secrets hidden that leave you with
if not less life,
Than at least seemingly more thoughtless

And drain your ambition, joy and laughter
Replacing with undue sadness

And cause you to question your worth just as much
But with so much less to show

And impress the shallow with what you’ve produced
But leave your love so scared and low.