They Called Her Misty

He was a controlling man.
No!  He was a  bully.
She was so beautiful, yet lost.
Walking in a mist 
quiet hardly ever speaking. 
I only knew her as Misty.

He controlled her every move
Where they went 
What they did
What she thought..

The longer she was with him
The less of her existed
She disappeared further
Into the vapor that was her.

I dont know what he sees in her
They would say.
She has no personality.
Nothing to offer. 

Then one beautiful day 
She broke away from him.
I saw her a few years later

She told me she had travelled
The wide world.
Visited places in glossy brochures.
She even visited places.
That were not in travel magazines. 
Exciting places that she thought she
Would never go to.
Well! 
At least not by herself,