musings and whatnots

she walks alone, clogs echoing through the night
the distant screeches of cars lulling her to dream
of a better life, AN EASIER ONE
only the faint yellow lightposts and empty store lights
that guide her through cracks and holes in the concrete
for countless nights it became
a familiar companion, a quiet witness
she walks slowly, hesitating
not sure where to go
no phone lines or street signs
or people telling her "this is where you need to be"
she walks alone, and the night covers this all