Maria sleeps silently.
With no breath in her lungs.
Her skin is grey as storm clouds.
And her vocal cords no longer strum.

Maria's eyes are glossed over,
Her hair lies flat on her head,
She no longer yells at me,
I think I've made her bed.

Maria never does the dishes,
She never sleeps just right,
Her soul lies unsteady,
Shaken in the night.

Maria's white blouse was stained,
With red blood from her brain,
She weeps every night,
I know it wasn't right.

Maria will not leave me alone.
Every night she follows me home.
Though her body is under the steps.
Her spirit is here, but I miss her bones

Maria, the only time I see her
Is behind me as you get nearer,
My life couldn't get less clearer.
Even my reflection in the mirror goes

Maria's voice no longer sings,
Her lipstick is smeared,
Her physical being is disappeared
No more smiles on her face to view.

Dearest Maria,
It's been six months,
And my lovely, I love you so,
I miss you greatly, and I cannot let you go.

Your blue orbs have gone missing,
I can't forget just moments before you and I had been kissing,
I know where you went, it's a mistake.

Please come back to me.
Maria, come back to stay. 

- Ariah Christman