She read out the pages of her life to me
and I could smell their tragedy.
Like a newly bought book the moments were crisp,
living out their destiny.
I sensed the loneliness in her eyes
and tears in her faint smile.
And as she showed me the scars on her soul
I could see the effect of people’s wiles
I find her struggling with herself,
her memories of past and a grim present.
I see her trying to find some meaning
as she walks from sunrise to sunset.