I see her sometimes, from the window
But not every night
I do not see her body or hair
Just the cigaret light
Only for a few minutes
Before she goes to sleep
Or stays up all night, head full of wonders
She only dreams to keep
For I do not know what happens after
She vanishes like smoke
Into her house, but not her home
To return to clean-aired-folk
Maybe she is happy
Maybe she is not
Maybe she is all alone
Or perhaps she is lost
There is of course the chance that she, knows exactly where she's going
Just waiting on the world
To give her time
And give her space
To venture into the unknowing
