As I gaze through the windows
I can feel her gaze penetrate right through
my car’s glistening window panes
dripping with silvery water drops masked by cottony mist
As I shiver and roll up the panes due to the chilly breeze
She stands there wearing barely anything but a tattered frock
A frock that had more holes and less fabric
A muddy brown frock withered up in the harsh sun and pouring rain
But she stood unwithered, unbroken,
with a smile in the corner of her sooty teeth
the teeth that were chipped off in a surprisingly beautiful pattern
Her unkempt hair in a brownish hue with more dirt than the strands
Her hands with broken nails filled with grime and dust
Her bones staring at me through the barely-there frock
As if poking fun at my manicured hands that found solace in a warm blanket
Her eyes glistened even brighter than the reflection of sol on the water droplets
Her face told more stories than thousands of books I have ever read
And, as she walked away with confident steps knowing exactly where she needs to go
I stare at the maps on my screen unsure of where I need to go.
Her Gaze
