Written in 2009
Sitting on the cold asphalt
With her back against the wall…
And there’s no way out,
But through.
When there’s only dust and ashes
From a life long dead.
She doesn’t know where to go…
All she knows, she can’t go home.
Would she go back,
Before it starts raining?
Before she fades away in the dark?
Before picturing going to him?
Buried in the ruins of memories…
The cold air fills her lungs,
And for just a moment
She can breathe…
The night falls upon her,
Holding her in its icy grip,
Suddenly, there’s no dust…no smoke…
As far as the eye can see.
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