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
Shé speaks in flat monotone
An overcast climate 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 