Stood there looking,

The reflection looking back.

Stroking her hair with rounded brush,

Watching the loose hair fall to the floor.

Some tangled in the comb, she continues to look..

She looks back at her, watching the minutes lost.

Everything is black and white.

Sour eyes, puffed up, lack of sleep.

Poor girl, seems to have become a restless soul.

Stood there looking,

The reflection looking back.

Yesterday flashes past her eyes,

Hurtful cheek bone, slightly bruised.

She stops her thoughts, looks at the brush.

Realizing time is just like the loose hair lost.