She had blurry grey eyes
and hair that tangled like vines.
In a house by a highway.

The house was old
with red shutters
that never shut anymore.

She pulled on her hat.
Her shoes were stained black.
And she left the house by a highway.

The sky was cloudy.
The side walk was wet.
It was a easy walk to the drug store.

The drug store has been there
for about twenty five years.
A ten minute walk from a house
by a highway.

She lays a five on the counter.
A coffee in one hand.
She leaves and makes her way to a bridge.

The guard rails were cold
as she leans over to get a view
of the water that surrounds her.

A house by a high way
stands there alone.
Waiting for the girl with grey eyes to get back.

The girl takes out a letter.
Flips it around in her hands.
She lets out a sigh,
then let’s the letter fly.

She watches it floats into the water.
A minute more she stays
takes a sip of coffee and listens
to the bird song she has been missing
for so many years.

She closes her eyes
leaves the bridge and is on her way.
Back to a house by a highway.