She left with no sign of who she was and who she came to be.
You say you can see her? I tell you, you’re a fool.
She isn’t that long wavy hair nor that fair, pale skin.
She isn’t that pretty face.
What you thought you’d known of her are just prevarications of who she is
And what she isn’t.
You overlooked, mistaken her for somebody who you try to mold into someone who favors you.
And all there is now is an empty shell. A girl you thought you knew but never accepted.
Response to Daily Prompt.