What is she looking at
Consuming all surrounding it
There's nothing left

What was there
To begin with
The space bare
An empty pith
Too late
To feel their hair
You've waited too long
To stop and stare

Moving along
The merry-go-round of life
The ride so precious
Laughter's song
You turn
To see a reflection
Wrong
There's no one there
Keep going

Does it matter
Who was he
Or maybe she
That was your hatter
Holding the key
In meaningless banter
Plain to see
You loved the tea
You shared

Sounds like a yell
Only instinct but like a bell
Now you know
Who eats the heart
Words you'll never tell