The Girl Who Time Forgot (Poetry)

I am the girl who time forgot —
a ghost from ages past
I live the then as though it’s now —
this year the same as last.

I am the dust that spirals down
the sunlit slant of air
the scent of lilac in the hall
the creak that haunts the stair.

I am the shadow on the wall
the gust that swings the door
I move the curtain’s velvet drape
my footsteps track the floor.

No one’s listening to my voice
repeating yet again
my given lines said right on cue —
it’s every day the same.

I am the daughter who arrives
at seven on the dot
but nothing changes — I’m the girl
who Father Time forgot.