I see a lonely girl sitting alone,
Humming a tune no one else will ever know.
I go and talk to her,
I ask her about the weather of the day.
She replies and then goes back to the humming again.
I try to make small conversation again,
But all my endeavors seem to fail.
I wonder what her silence stands for
A moment suspended in time
Or years from her passage of life
I wonder
If she is lost in the bitter sweet memories
Or has she forgotten the days of the past
Maybe she's worrying about the future
Thinking about the unexpected turns coming her way
