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.