Girl with no name

Was she short or was she tall?
What have been her favorite color?
Her favorite food or hobby?

Many more questions I would like to ask her

As a kid I was
A great bond it could have been made

Maybe a dearest friend who
Could have lead me to the light instead

I blocked her image out of my head
But only her scream stayed instead

As I sat at the dinner table ever so scared

I looked at all the adults for answers

But nothing was done
As the girl was taken away

Now everytime I'm at that house
I ponder and stare across the street
For that was the last day I'd ever see her
A girl without a face
Only a scream