She's Not Here

she's here,
but she's not here.
she's a cloud, she's
the fog,
a mist, a breeze of
air
blowing by.
she's skin and bones,
light on her feet
as she dances
around
the truth.
lies slip from her tongue
as easily as
rain falls
from a cloud.
the puddles are
everywhere of her
deceit,
the streams are full
of deceptions,
soon the ocean will
be full
of what she's told
you. none of it
true,
none of it fair,
she's here, but in
reality she's with
someone else.
she always was and
always will be.
there she is,
she's over there.