Mirage.

in the eyes.

Worrying about cigarette butts,

Littered somewhere in the south,

Struggling each day,

To go back to the school,

That made the,

Bricks and mortar

Of her soul.

She leans against the wall,

Hopeful that all this,

Has a sense, and an end.

A conclusion,

With no unrequited anxiety,

About burnt lungs,

And a boy who

Never outgrew high school.

But, there's still a few

Walls to lean on.

A few years,

And a few lessons,

She goes on.

A lit lantern floats,

above her sky,

and in the night,

I can see the sunlight,

Trapped in her

Knotted hair,

And knotted smile.

A lit lantern,

But there aren't any stars

In her 12 am horizon,

I see mine cross, in her eyes.

And, that's enough for now.

Now, is all she trusts.