to her chest.
She rocks back and forth with its motion.
She can't hide her sadness, her sorrow.
The scars she endures are buried deep,
burned in her eyes.
Her heart hidden from all bears no resemblance
to the girl she was.
The woman she thought she'd be.
Her heart that she has offered to too many
unwilling recipients.
Unworthy ones.
For this moment as the bus rattles through the
familiar streets she she allows her mind to wander.
To dream.
She closes her eyes.
She feels warmth on her face.
Her ears fill with the bustle of a busy town.
They hear unfamiliar and exotic voices.
She walks the streets and she feels important.
Her name is known. Respected.
She turns down a small side street and into
a vibrant cafe.
Jazz pours out of the door.
Her date is inside waiting.
Her heart flutters with anticipation.
She scans the room for the one who she loves,
the one who loves her.
The bus jolts through a gear and her baby
starts crying.
She quietens him down with a deep sigh,
she closes her eyes.
All she can hear is the talk of the bus.
There is no warmth of her face here,
no one knows her.
Her travels, her dreams are done for the day.
She looks down at the wet stain her child's tears
have left on her coat.
She knows she will cry tonight.
