who are you

she doesn't wake
up for weeks
after falling into a
coma, striking
her head
against the curb
when the car hit her.
she doesn't know
who she is.
where she is, what
happened.
she's groggy.
her hair is grey.
almost white.
her make up is gone.
tubes
are in her arm.
machines, blink and
beep
beside her.
people she doesn't
know have gathered
around her
happy that she is
suddenly awake.
they clap and smile
calling out her name.
a name she doesn't recognize.
she doesn't know them.
at least she
pretends that she doesn't.
she understands that this
might be her only
chance to get her
life back
and start fresh
without them being
involved.