Hazy Eyes

I want to know her story.

The smoke comes in waves and surrounds her face.

It catches my attention first.

She is as still as a statue, unwavering until the next puff.

I count her exhales as the smoke escapes from her mouth.

Her hair is brown, lips red.

Eyes indistinguishable from where I stand.

Dark green scarf dances with smoke.

She is the epicenter of a gray day backdrop.

Her story is untold.

Her thoughts, inaudible.

Smoke is her solitude.

Her words I wonder.

Porcelain face against a brick wall.

Is she searching for something?

Is she running from it all?

A cloud above, secrets below.

She continues to stare as if she were invisible.

But she is real, she is human.

Her soul knows this too.

Give her life, give her slumber.

Wash away the gray that hides her eyes

Be it truth, fear, or lies.

I do not know her story.

I do not know her life.