She's Not from Here

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She leaves the streetlight trembling
When she walks by at half past three
Her shadow leans against the bricks
Like it’s learning how to leave
She hums a tune I almost know
But never sings it twice the same
And every note slips through my hands
Like rain on window glass

She’s not from here—she’s made of elsewhere
A postcard town I’ve never seen
I’d pack my life in paper bags
And follow her through any door
But she just waves and keeps on walking
Down a road that doesn’t lead to me

On Tuesdays, she buys croissants warm
From the shop with chipped blue paint
She counts exact change in silence
Never meets the baker’s eyes
I’ve learned the rhythm of her steps
The pause before she turns the key
But what I know won’t make her stay
It only teaches me to grieve

She’s not from here—she’s made of elsewhere
A postcard town I’ve never seen
I’d pack my life in paper bags
And follow her through any door
But she just waves and keeps on walking
Down a road that doesn’t lead to me

I wrote her name inside my coat
Where no one else could find the thread
But even ink grows tired waiting
For a heart that won’t be held

She’s not from here—she’s made of elsewhere
A postcard town I’ve never seen
I’d pack my life in paper bags
And follow her through any door
But she just waves and keeps on walking
Down a road that doesn’t lead to me

Half past three… the light goes dim…
She’s not from here…
And I’m still standing where she left me
In the hush between her footsteps