As she walked past the glass doors,
Towards the heavy, warm summer air
Towards the city that doesnt care.
Towards the harvest moon – pale and seeking and lonely.
She mourns for the lost days.
She sighs with boredom.
She whispers small prayers on the pavement
Then threw out a piece of paper in the wind
She waits for the bus, but is silently hoping it doesnt come too soon.
She hopes for a falling star, but is scared of not knowing what to wish for.
She leaps with feathery steps, but carries with her a heavy heart
And then she smiled with tired eyes.
Colorful strings around bent trees.
And a reflection of a girl looking out the bus window, lost in her own thoughts.
With a smile and tired eyes.