I wrote a letter today.

On the envelope laid a name,
So fuzzy and familiar
Confused and riddled with shame.
I delivered it through Her mailbox,
I wonder if it came?

I still remember Her face,
Glowing stars in Her eyes and Her favourite place.
The time She sat by, gazing to let the cosmos fly,
But now She's gone without a trace.

And when I mention Her full name
Nobody knows who I'm referring to?
The Girl I was stuck to like glue?
Gone without a trace,
But nobody knows Her face.

It's been...