Black glass with coffee inside,
Sitting around in the middle,
Reading a book while smoking,
She is a lonely woman.
People come and go in that place,
She didn’t care and still reading.
Start to wonder why there is so much noise,
People are talking about her.
Try to not care, try not to listen.
Pretend everyone around is a ghost.
Keep reading like there is not tomorrow to read.
Enjoy the wind around her neck.
Then she close the book and look around once again,
Kinda enjoy the wind around her.
Realize there is nobody to talk,
She just looking in the air and thinking alone.
When she already create her world inside her head,
Someone come and sit in front of her.
In her face, she look little regret when she have company.
After some minute, she try to enjoy the company.
Like a wind,
Come and blow her neck without she notice.
Then the day was dark,
Its time for her to be lonely again, in her own house.
Not a home.
