A Girl in another City

A Girl in another City

In another city, a girl,

Whose hair caress her pretty face

When the breeze trespasses gently

Her soul, then in a soft embrace,

Nestles her in its entirety;

She must be sitting at the bay

Now, in that another city

Which - what a pity, is far away.

In another city, a girl,

Whose fingers fidget with the hemline

Of her coat, awaits her flight home.

She’s melancholy, but is “Fine”

When someone asks her how she's doing;

Her suitcase hates the delay,

It lies morbid in the lobby

Which - what a pity, is far away.

In another city, a girl,

Whose coffee has gone from strong to stale

Is pondering at the spectrum

Up in the sky, thinking it'll fail

To persist like the one she saw

Ages ago that rainy day,

In that valley - her second home

Which - what a pity, is far away.

In another city, a girl,

Whose mind is currently confused

Between two voices and choices

She's to make, that she has refused

To make up until now, but time

Has held her prisoner this day

Inside tenuous walls in a world,

Which - what a pity - is far away.