Looking Up

There she is,
Looking up.
Staring.

A face framed by brown hair
That nestles round her neck.
A motionless face-
Yet a moving one.

I think I know her.
I'm sure I should.

Who is she?

Her mouth smiles at me, happily.
The smile touches all of her face
But not her eyes.
Her eyes are&;#8230;
Lifeless,
Cold,
Dead.

Curious,
Anxious,
I reach out.
So does she.
As our fingertips touch
Ripple on ripple interrupts
The smooth contours of her face.

Who are you?

You just stare back,
Silent and motionless.

A scared face.
A lonely face.
A face framed by brown hair.
Realisation slowly hits me.

Staring.
Looking up,
There I am.