The girl ́s lost miles ahead from where she stares
Fog settles in her sullen eyes
Quite heavily she steps off from the platform
Gliding unaware
without concern or even care
Apathy eats the hard until there ́s just a nub
She speaks in a monotone
A climate overcast with flat affect
Long ago I had known a different person
But she’s gone now
and all I have is a tired corpse
John Putignano 