Haunted

She stares into the distorted image of the face she once knew. The face she once loved. The lines that were once soft and inviting are now rough and appaling. 

She runs her hand over that face. It doesn't feel the same. Those eyes that were once full of life are now cold and dark. The smile not carrying the joy it once did.

Now as she looks at her reflection, the face staring back at her is so cold and uninviting. Lifeless and dull. The radiance washed away by years of loneliness and sorrow.

As she looks back, she cries. For the life she once had and the joy she once felt. She misses that face. The face that haunts her.