Quick poem

And there she was.
Found.
Sitting on the edge of the pool.
Toes dangling in the cool crisp water.
Her lost mind, found.
Her sense of self, there.
And in an instant, it was all swept away.
Carried in the wind whistling through the palm trees.
Carelessly tossed along with the plastic bags and empty beer cans.
What once was was, was now is, was is was...
And that was it.
As simple as that, gone.
In the blink of an eye.
In the puff of a cigarette.
In the whisper of a wisp.
Gone.