Saint Girl

Her silver earrings shimmer in the million colours
of the sunlight breaking in through the picture window
while she walks past, countless bags in her hands,
looking far away into a different world.

A little boy plays with an old snow globe and asks his dad
how Santa can be locked in a tiny thing made of glass,
while she walks past, a strand of hair over her right eye,
looking far away into another future.

A man and a woman wearing a golden ring
enter a shop without holding each others hands,
while she walks past, sparkling of hope,
looking far away to a place I’ll never see.

Her silver earrings shimmered in a million colours
before they all faded under ash-grey snow,
while she walked past without ever looking back,
blind to everything that was now and here.

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