A few (hysterical) words

A talk before dinner

"You coming?" "-I'm not."

I froze on the spot.

"Come on, don't be silly

- it's dinnertime, Lily,

Doesn't your stomach growl?"

"-Then bring me a bowl."

"You're thin as a pole!"

"-well, that's the goal."

"Then you must be ill."

"-I've just got a strong will."

He leaned against the door,

Unsure if there was more

That would get her to eat.

Leaving, he took a seat

By the empty table, alone,

Watching as the lightbulb shone

While he ate by himself for half an hour.

His mood dulled out, no longer sour.

Lily was sick, pale like a ghost,

As scarily thin as a lamppost

- but too far in to be drawn back,

She's left for her vision, left no track

To take a single step to return

Should her vision ever crumble and burn.

He washed the dishes, left the room,

Lost in thoughts about Lily's doom.

"Hey, you there?" she suddenly spoke,

Sneaking past him with a can of coke.

He looked at her with great shock:

"I thought you kept yourself under lock?"

She blushed before forming a smile:

"Yeah, it's been quite a while."

Uninterested, resigned about her fate,

He left her in the hall in that state.

She stared at him with desperation

As he left in the morning for the bus station.