unrequited fool

here she is
again
terrified and ragged.
but now,
she's not at your door
not under your sheets
not under your skin
she's shedding
she's gone
onto the machine
into the gears
again
she's a shaken doll
missing a few buttons
missing a few hairs
missing you.
but now,
you let her go
you let her cry
you just let her.
you think she'll beg
again
unkept and hollow.
but now,
she's emptier than that
a vase without flowers
a doll without hair
unrequited
again
and now she's just a fool.